Janis who?

There was a fellow I knew
or thought I did, you never . . .
we’ll, let’s say he hung out
and started an endeavor.

Disappeared, left a note
I’ll be gone a month or two,
now it’s been four years.
Funny how the time grew.

He pays the rent I guess;
collects the eggs to sell
comes sneaking in at times
but doesn’t ring the bell.

Many projects left undone;
one flaps like loose sheets
left in clubhouse walls
where no one ever meets.

Plagiarism runs around
like graffiti in the alley
with mod tools busted
waiting for grand finale.