What A Way To Go

They said he was a great writer,

In his day

And they said he drank constantly,

And wrote continuously,

While getting in trouble with the law,

With the men,

And with the women

Basically, he was an asshole,

And not the type of company,

Anyone wants around

So, in the later years,

He became recluse

And no one found his body,

For three days,

After he shot himself

So full of those writing,

And so full of those drinks,

In the end,

They said he was great

But no one wanted him around,

And this seemingly great man

Died completely alone

© Dicky J Loweman 2015

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