Beautifully Wrong

I remember asking,

Why is beautifully wrong so right with you?

And it still plays with my head,

Replaying what you said.

I am not here for your viewing pleasure,

Some beautiful wrong you think you should right.

But I love keeping the ghouls up nights,

And it will — if what you write owns me dead to rights.

If only I could go back in time to you,

We could rewrite the words of this song.

But friends all say this is the right way,

To tell others of your beautifully wrong.

Your drinks were never strong enough,

And the thick blow lines were never too long.

Damn, you sure loved to snuff that stuff,

And now I own all of your beautifully wrong.

I still hear the police woman, saying again and again,

Coming down from being so high didn't take long.

That you felt no pain.

And I thought all she just said was so beautifully wrong.

The news reported today,

Your snuff video has gone viral again.

If only I could go back in time to you,

We could rewrite the words of this song.

But friends all say this is the right way,

To tell others of your beautifully wrong.

It's said everyone should speak well of the dead.

I guess you can rest easy knowing it didn't take long,

For all the Stephen King ghouls to agree.

That your sidewalk scene is by far --

the most beautifully wrong.

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