Poem/song 1-15-2009 Eulogy to a Dead Man.

We Miss You, Fucker !

We miss you, fucker, everyday,
Me and the gang always say,
We know what you meant when you said you were done,
We never knew your pain’d make you eat that gun.
Things were bad, they’d gotten worse,
But never bad enough to call the hearse.
Me and the gang hold vigil every day,
We sit here and talk and drink and pray.
Sometimes we cry and bitch and moan,
the only problems you solved were your own.
Cause me and the gang, I’ll have you know,
Are still paying what you owe.
What we didn’t do or think or say,
That would’ve let you find a way,
To be here with us on this fine day,
So me and the gang – still we pay.