the clone wars in poetry

yeah I fought in the Clone Wars, Luke
yeah I lived in L.A. for a while
yeah I burned all my bridges
along with three Death Stars
but I made my mistakes in style

yeah I lived in New York for a while
like my father before me
he played in rock bands
while I tried to make movies
it’s the same gypsy dream, you understand
while in literal terms
our wounds are totally internal
metaphorically we both lost our hands
my pop and I we lost you understand

yeah I fought in the Clone Wars, Luke
in Hollywood Williamsburg
Bushwick and Van Nuys
yeah I lost a lot of friends
Luke I loved those guys
now here I am just feeling like an old man
looking down at my metaphoric hands
still young by certain measures
in the cave for disgraced wizards
but only metaphorically you understand