Dear Johnny,

I hear you wrote good songs

And I’m sorry that you’ve stopped

Now I’ll never get to write to you

In my celebrity writing workshop

Now I won’t see you play concerts

Or jam live on MTV

Because the wake of nine-eleven

Has swept you out to sea

Sure, I don’t own your albums

But I hear they’re kickass noise

And I’ve always talked them up

To get in with indie boys

I wish I’d known you better

But I guess it’s not too late

To call up my friend Maggie

And request a Cash mixtape.