That X-Tra Page Poem by Jerry Lawrence

Mage, Watching The Rage Gather, Having A Soulchat.
Vat Of Shadows. Holograms Of A Beautiful Despot.
Shot. My Memories & Such Fade As I Soak Up This Scene.
Green Cobwebs All Over The P.Y.T. Near N Tight Jean.
Gleen From The Whispers Of The Darque Guiding Me 2 My Ultimate Fate.
Concentrate 2 Stay Awake. The Reaper Appears, The Koolness Of His Scythe Captures My Attention.
Mansion Of Mud From A Teardrop.
Cop, A Lady Cyborg, Now Here As My Heart D-Cides 2 Stop.
Mop Up My Lifeless Mess While All My Blood Is Licked Up By A Cat.