By Austin Meyermann
How could it be, this question we keep asking
There is no sense, no way to explain his passing
He so young, full of life, clever and strong
I could list more, you guys know!, I can go on and on
Someone we love has fallen, a tragedy
This was what I thought, until something came to me
A certain bit of info came into my possession
A communication intercepted, a digital impression
It was a promo video, live streamed with claims that you have to visit
Grainy footage, a figure passed and I asked….”Is it?”
The proprietor had pep in his step, a smirk on that face
I caught only a glimpse so let me describe the place
White sands, liquid rollers massaging the beach
Palm trees, seabreezing with a groan and a creak
A beach bonfire blazes not far from the bar
Tikis light paths, near and afar
Bikinis cling to forms of an asian persuasian
Reggae bump smooth beats on every occasion
The party is rolling and has been for hours
Dawns early rays stealing nights powers
I know what you are thinking, how it could it be?
But with Chris wasn’t there was always a little mystery...
As senseless as the news was that hit
This other story that came to me just seems to fit
So boys and girls our mission is clear
Find the secret island and report back to here
Oh, two other thing from the clip I must share
It’s important so please listen with extreme care...
Try a mosquito mojito, “It's the Best”, they all say
Clearly crafted by an expert to take pain away
Also notice the sign, freshly painted it red
Under New management, the cryptic message said