You will be sitting down when news of my evaporation will spread like poison ivy.
It’ll be in all the headlines, all the papers,
don’t worry - you’ll read all about it.
you’ll inhale a deep breath from your cigarette, just enough to dizzy your head
all your useless lies will lie untold
you’ll fold the letter you thought of sending -
This will be the start of your ending.
ODE TO MR. GREEN