STEVE H.W.
  • STEVE H.W.
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1971

3/3/2022

 


I fell in love with the feeling of a sinking ship



It’s one of the most incredible afterthoughts


Watching a living man slowly killed alive


He was a philosopher once


And a man of God


We’d talk for hours


Of Nietzsche and life


The last I heard of him


Was he moving back to the big city


A braggable writing job


In a tiny single apartment


Finally alone.


He got shot in the head


With a paper bullet


In 1971.


I used to have a friend who talks


All kinds of philosophy and life


Now he just eats and play with his cock


He fucked virgins but never popped their cherries


And He left God alone too


He’d never think of seeing me again


Even when we live three stories below


One day he puts on a suit


With a shiny second-hand brief-case


He told me he’s gonna make big money


Assume a humble generous Renown


And become the slick of the town


Then I puked on his green leather shoes


And pulled out my magnum pistol


Thus I shot Johnny dead


In 1971


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