Art was not expression but a way of life
That never gave you freedom then to thrive
But the zeal of your approach to infamy
Assures your light will never fade away.

Words cannot change the throngs of sanity
Through life’s actions, through your sin and me
As a fan I miss the moments when, scorched in your holy flame
I’d been touched in life to inspire and give again.

All the dreams are gone, there is no way to hell.
Did your parents drive you there? I thank them well…
For from where you were untold amounts you’d given.
To surreptitious glory you’d been driven.

Roger was a friend I never eulogized,
But Rozz lived Roger’s eulogy before his time.
April 1st shall never pass
Without remembrance on my part
Of the life that was his art.

The twisted focused soul, my friend,
Whose final artistic statement was his end.