I had a vision
(never trust a vision)
for a Doors tribute band
called the Trap Doors.
At the end of the act the
fake Jim Morrison would announce
that he'd had enough
and was going to Paris
to write some poetry
and have a bath.
Then - poof! - he would
disappear in a puff of smoke
(down a cunningly hidden
stage trap door you see.)
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