Epilogue

So there he lies at the last

The deathbed convert

The pious debauchee

Could not dance half a measure could I?

Give me wine

I drain the dregs

And toss the empty bottle at the world

Show me our Lord Jesus in agony

And I mount the cross

And steal his nails for my own palms

There I go

Shuffling from the world

My dribble fresh upon a bible

I look upon a pinhead and I see angels dancing

Well, do you like me now

Do you like me now

Do you like me now?