Wednesday, December 05, 2007


He was a quiet man
He made plans
He struck deals with the devil
He sat in coffee houses
He spent time on crack
He passed the same bagel place daily
He wondered what it all meant
He cared too little for too few
He wanted to stop but couldn't
He watched it all come down
He thought he heard a ping
He realized whose shit was stinking
He tossed it all away
He threw it all away again
He kept throwing it all away
He picked up the pieces
He laid down and died
He keeled over
He dropped dead
He couldn’t sing but loved to
He knew the words by heart



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