Poetry: Purple Pain

Purple Pain

People will hate me
for saying Prince died
from some knock-off Vicodin
laced with fentanyl.
But fuck them anyway;
I don’t deal in fantasy.
He was broken just like
all of us; and he had a remedy.
You can count me among those
who danced to his music,
got lucky to his melodies.
But this won’t change
his final stroke
or give me any envy.

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