I, Refuse

disappearing nightly on stage

with a cracked glass of incidentals

every second note is a maze

as he makes it look accidental

he left his final note to the world

and all that it said was I REFUSE

but in the throws of leaving he left

a comma that changed the news

afterwards a lover or two

commented on the inevitable

invoking train wrecks and shoes

and glasses that never were full

it's just a matter of time

before these convictions turn into crimes

only a matter of taste

just what we consider is waste