Friday, September 18, 2015

Ode to a bummer

Hold him, He's spacing out
Catch him He can't turn about
He's alive But hardly kicking
He gets by Licking and  snicking
Says a doc friend, "Don't give up hope,
For, in the end That's the best dope."
Voices in his head Seem to always hum
But life isn't dead Although he's a bum!
His wife  Stays with another man
Her life Has now a whole new span.
His friends Call him now & again
"Dead ends," They say, "can be a pain."
Simply living And drinking high
Always thinking While Leching by.
That's his story ,Laid fair and square
Call it a misery But don't call him queer! 

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