Icarus

Icarus, fly not so close to the sun;
Seek out the high that you can sustain.
Reznor found "happiness in slavery"
and Manson, in an absinthe laze,
loves to command his minions from the border of earth and hell;
But you, Icarus, are something more sensitive.
Pack a bowl and crack a Corona
but leave the wine, scorpions and opium alone.
Leave the diamond decked Jay-Z to reign over his murder capital;
Maybe he'll commision a poem someday.
Do not believe that the future or the past is now;
you can't even hide in Mexico anymore.
Icarus, fly not too close to the sun
but seek the height you can sustain.