Look at poor little me,
Sat alone in a cell for half a century.
I’m sorry for all the evil I put out into the world,
I killed an icon,
I know it now and I apologise profusely.
Let me out and may God lead the way.
I wait over the street and as the flashbulbs click
And Sirhan Sirhan grabs his first breath of fresh air
I stroll past and put a bullet in his guilty head.
The face that terrified us all from the flickering screens
Finally without that fake smile from the parole hearings.
Forgiveness is a fake splash of nothing
That brings no one back
And changes no history.
Oh, I’m wrong?
I’m just a patsy.