Morty Seinfield & this Christian monk
Are now to be remembered
Doting fatherly upon this sitcom season's fall from Grace.
These words a prelude in
a requiem for Tommy
Sweet Tommy quiet Tommy
In the field where he lies
All of us would drive by
Wondering where he was
He was there all the time.
Waiting for angels from up high in the sky
He would lie there for days
Having simply laid down to die
No one really knew him still all knew something was awry
When he failed to call us as to a reason why.
And now everyday on my way to and from work I do drive
Past the fields where Tommy sweet Tommy died.
And I pray to the heavens & think these simple rhymes;
All fate is entwined by these fields of Time.
