HOW WILL I LIVE ON,
HOW WILL I KISS NINA'S FEET NOW,
I PLANNED TO PROPOSE,
HEAVENS NO,
I WEEP FOR LOST LOVE,
I HAVE MANY TALES OF LORE INVOLVING CRAZYJOE DUMPS,
MANY FOND MEMORIES OF SHADOWCATS BALLS,
TIS NO MATTER NOW, FOR I CAN LIVE ON NOW LONGER
I DRINK FROM THE POISEN CHALICE,
NEVER TO BE SEEN OR HEARD FROM AGAIN,
DEATH, TIS ONLY WAY I CAN KISS MY SWEET NINA'S BUTTOCKS AS I REVEL AMONG THE GODS,
FOR I AM NOTHING NOW.....
FAREWELL MY SUBJECTS, FAREWELL THY WELL


Are you trying to imply...the Penthouse in Detroit got shut down? 😲