A Poem for Posterity

I was sitting in my office the other day, ruminating on the world, and I penned this poem. I dedicate it to Heath and all those that are troubled. xx 

 

Ode to Death  (For Heath)

Why why why.

Please god oh tell me why.

Why do I have to die?

No No No.

Please make it not so.

 

Stuck in a house,

My mother don’t care,

Free basing crack,

Life ain’t fair.

 

Why why why,

Oh god I want to die. 

 

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