Power of the Phrase

Die young and get forgotten like King Tutankhamen Resurrected as a parody In some odd centuries or so Overthrown like a slogan Melted and remolded Found at the flea market And pinned to your breast pocket In gothic type, black on white Taken hostage by the zeitgeist With your name on the by-line Of a bomb in the postage It's the power of the phrase Lyric of the man He was a man of the lyric A dark in the pan Obscuring where the media begins and meaning ends Destructive codependence of paper and the pen Die young and get forgotten Like King Tutankhamen Exhumed as a parody In some odd centuries And ripped off like the pagans We're Learning from Las Vegas Depend on your destruction like paper and the pen Like paper and the pen You're useless 'til you're used up