Life Theft

So many people went away this year
So many we hold dear
I will do my favorites
This song is for anyone no longer here

David
Simply the Starman, let's face it
Changed my outlook on music
I didn't know until I tasted it
I was late to the party
But Mr. Bowie I must say
Making an artful outro to your life
Indeed to go out, t'was the best way

In one of my earlier songs, I rapped about Snape
But now, it has a new meaning, and my mouth is agape
And that day, upon your death, we knew
What it felt like to get bit on the neck
But it wasn't Nagini this time
It was just your time to go, my prince
I speak for all of your fans when I say
That you will be missed

When I first heard Prince, it was like, "Finding Prince charming"
So you can imagine that his death was alarming
I froze as if my nose was a garden hose
At Paisley Park. I nearly fell apart
At the time, I began to discover you
1999, bought my copy at Waterloo
71 minutes of a man with a vision
And did I mention that he played all the instruments
I cried when Michael died, and he wasn't even family
When you died, I almost cried, but my pride at school served to only make my hands feel clammy
But what I realized, in the time after MJ died
Is that his soul never really left me
Same with Amy, Jimi, Kurt and now you
I say, you help to bring out the best me

Zaha Hadid
I designed a building after thee
Turned me to a defector, my design was free
Of my Architecture planet, I felt you you were the sun
Frank, Gehry and Feminism all wrapped into one
An Arabic Brit, broke stereotypes, legit
By building and designing these marvels of art and wit
Of this Pritzker Prize winner, I doubt that you know much
Any creatives out there -- I suggest you look her up

This one hit home

ZeldaxLove64, the first internet voice I came to adore
The Voice knew you as Christina Grimmie
On your keyboards, I'd watch you play
A voice you can't call "Cliché"
A YouTube star so good that you couldn't -- stay
Very short life you lived through: all of 22
Ended by some person who hates you
Though there wasn't enough time to save you
I'm just happy that you're saved, boo. I'm saved, too
Since you're a 10, in times 8 or 7
I hope we can finally make a song in heaven
It'd be a perfect composition; 2 millennials
Whom Google may remember on their tricentennials

Many others went away this year
Almost too many to count
Even though our role models are leaving
Doesn't mean we're down and out

Rest in peace, everyone. Rest in peace
2016, y'all