Dragonfoot

In loving memory of Chad and Bobbo…

Jimmy, Jack, or Turkey
It don’t matter much to him.
So long that bubbler’s smokin’
He’d have that big ol’ grin.
Greasy, gnarled knuckles
Wrapped ‘round a can of Bud.
Voice thunder from a mountain,
Our brother, Dragonfoot.

Pour another for the lost,
Those self-destructive fools.
We shall join them in good time
‘Cause we’re running out of booze.

I know you loved her, brother.
But why a gun up to your head?
She’s just another problem.
Should’ve took her out instead.
And as for dear ol’ Cupcake,
You’ll see him soon enough.
So while theres time for drinking,
Bobbo, what’s the rush?

Spark another for our brothers,
The ones we won’t forget.
And enjoy the time we have,
‘Cause we haven’t joined them yet.

Listen to Dragonfoot by Darwin.

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About dialectetus

You can't look twice at the same profile... eh it works for streams. Do the same electrons remain trapped in the same place in the same server until I change this profile? I would think not, but I'm no physicist. If so, I feel bad for those little particle men. Words are spells. One spells words. At least, that's what they tell me...
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