All Things Must Pass

Even your fake
mustache can't save you now, 
Busby Pickup.

Aha! The madness has overtaken you!
I can see it in your f-shaped eye holes.

And now one of us must die.
For it is no longer safe for the proletariat 
if you are free...

Draw!

Having passed on wordlessly, as all things must,
Busby enters eternal non-existence
alongside the other long-goners. 

Devoid of life and empty.
Here lies Busby Pickup.

Here lies the body of one
Busby Pickup
RIP 1859 - 2016