Happiness you call it
cheers to you and all happy fingered souls
fiddling their lives into a patchwork
something in red, something else in black
all in all very colourful, some of it even pretty
most of it just sad statements of failed succeses
lean against your giftedness as it was if you may
a long time ago you were what you profess to be
starving for being what you're not
still, nobody can rob you of past exploits
after all you were a cuddly baby
a bright teen and a good father
your writings were like somersaults
a few can, you could until King Alcohol stepped up
introducing the Emperor Heroin, your true master
patchworks break easily, let's mourn yours
Originally Posted On Site: 2009-08-28 00:19:55
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