My lasting tribute

I wrote this earlier this month, after being shaken by the death of one of my favourite actors, and after reading the article about it in Us Weekly. I was sort of inspired by Patti Smith's poem tribute to Edie Sedgwick, which I oddly found underneath some random papers by my stereo minutes after reading the Us article.
I gave this the best that I could.
This one's for you.


The Client

Oh it's not right
It's not right
His Knoxville voice
Made directors gasp
So mistaken
Carried weight on young shoulders
It's not right
Never dared to encounter
And how I've lost
What could have been
We'd turn the town
Across and down
Oh, we'd ride the night
Fill the air
Feel the lights
It's not right
It's not right
And how I dreamed
Of silver screens
We'd shake the hills
Get inside
Reporter's minds
Oh, it's not right
It's not right
And how I dreamed
Of silver screens
It's not right
He's past wasted
In the land
Ten years wasted
La La Land
We'll never get
The next Brad Pitt
And how I'll never
Act with you
Never handle
The abuse
And how you dreamed
Of silver screens
Oh, it's not right
It's not right
It's not right
We'll never get
The next Brad Pitt
You're with the Dean
Sad silver screens
I'd love to see you
Back on screen