Imagine I Killed John Lennon

Wouldn’t it be cool to be the killer
Who stopped a generation in its tracks?
Wouldn’t it be fun to snuff a celebrity
And sell my story to the tabloid hacks?
Wouldn’t it be wild to be the bastard
Who finally nailed the sixties dream?
Wouldn’t it be sweet to pen a poem
That doesn’t eulogise this mawkish theme?