J.M.J.
J.M.J.
RESERVED SEATING
COUNT ALL THE MONEY YOU HAVE SAVED;
HOW HARD YOU WORKED; HOW LONG YOU SLAVED.
THE HOME YOU BUILT, THAT OF YOUR DREAMS,
JUST AS YOU WANTED, OR SO IT SEEMS.
ALL THE INVESTMENT THAT YOU MADE,
PROMOTIONS TO A HIGHER GRADE,
THE FANCY CARS THAT YOU HAD BOUGHT,
THEN WONDERED WHAT YOUR NEIGHBORS THOUGHT.
THE PARTIES CELEBRATED THRU THE NIGHT,
SOME LASTING TILL THE MORNING LIGHT,
YOU DO REMEMBER ALL QUITE WELL;
YOU BURNED SOME BRIDGES, RAISED SOME HELL.
“I ALWAYS GOT JUST WHAT I WANTED,
BUT WHY AM I STILL BEING HAUNTED?
WHERE IS THIS PARTY THAT I’M AT?
THE HOST WEARS HORNS, WHY NOT A HAT?
ALL OF MY LIFE I DID MY BEST,
BUT ALL FOR ME NONE FOR THE REST.
THE HOST HAS HORNS UPON HIS HEAD,
AND ALL HIS GUESTS, THEY ALL SEEM DEAD."
“WELCOME, MY FRIEND, FOR IT IS TIME;
WHAT I GAVE YOU, NOW IT IS MINE.
YOUR MONEY BOUGHT A FRONT ROW SEAT;
BE PATIENT WHILE I TURN UP THE HEAT.”
“THY WILL BE DONE”
4-23-1994