Morton Brown

Loving husband and father of five

Worked in customer service for his whole life

Soft spoken, polite, and restrained

Corporate ladders from poverty to fame

Morton Brown

Dreamed every night

Delusions of hope, delusions of light

He died at 88

His family mourned and sold all his real estate

His children squandered his wealth

Made bad investments and lost at roulette

And never visited his grave

We die out

It's no wonder, the monuments we carve in time

They crumble with our obsolete vision

Evelyn Pearl

Intellectual, majored in architecture

But her passion resided in her artwork

Candid portraits of a tortured girl

Evelyn Pearl

Successful by economic standards

A failure by her artistic vision

The though it terrifies her

Fell asleep in a porcelain tub

Clarity came over her and filled her lungs

Her masterpiece died with her brain cells

We die out

It's no wonder, the monuments we carve in time

They crumble with our obsolete vision

Jim Morrison and James Dean

Had it right all along

Die young, leave a good corpse