Pandemonium Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Who but he,
Could create such pandemonium.
A flickering light that had burned out of sight.
And yet so beloved and giving.

Who but he,
Can stir unbelievable fantasies.
To secure and keep you interested,
For almost a half of a century.

Pushed into the limelight.
And made to thrill.
Made to keep producing...
To fulfill someone else's will.

Who but he,
Could create such pandemoneum?
And if looks could kill,
Each one initiated satiated...
Monstrous appetites for his love.

And somehow he knew this would grow even brighter.
After the sight of his flame was gone.
But he would make sure his flame would burn on!
And on.
And on.
And on.
With a brighter intensity sought!
Too much of him,
Is still 'sizzling' in vaults!

'It's pandemonium,
On and on.
And the beast he has created...
Is there to satiate.

It's pandemonium,
On and on.
To thrill and satisfy,
To make sure no one is denied.

'It's pandemonium,
On and on.
And he has done his best...
Now he must have his peace and rest.

'It's pandemonium,
On and on.
And with his every step...
He made sure everywhere,
Everyone...
Would hold their breath! '

He made sure...
Everyone
Everywhere,
Would hold their breath! '

'It's pandemonium,
On and on.
And the beast he has created...
Is there to satiate.

It's pandemonium,
On and on.
To thrill and satisfy,
To make sure no one who knows him,
Or those who opposed him...
Will be denied.

'Cause he's a 'thriller'
All the time.
Who thrilled us with his music,
And mind! '