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You’re young
You’re ripe with life
You’re gonna life forever
Young, fun, and so alive
You see old people
Shuffling by
You know you’ll
Never share their
Antiquated fates
You know your
Moment is
Forever
Except for
Rare times when
Truth grabs you
By the neck and
Strangles some
Sense into you
But you ignore
The suffocation of
Knowing one day
You’ll be shuffling too
Bob Boyd
Born twisted
Unreformable
Never had a chance
Unsurprisingly
She led a
Crime-filled life
Got caught
Drugging
Robbing
Lonely men
In seedy hotels
Went to prison
Even religion
Couldn’t save
Her
When preached
To in prison
Got out of
Prison
Went back in
Again
For seven
Years
Got out
Found a
Boyfriend
Who cheated on
Her
Went psychotic
Killed him
Went to jail
For life
Never had
A prayer
Bob Boyd
You come into this world alone
Friends come
Friends go
Good times
And bad times pass
Boyfriends, girlfriends
Husbands, wives
Come and go
If not by volition
Then by death
And you go out of his world alone
Bob Boyd
At some point when you get old
You’re just waiting around to die
Time speeds up to accommodate you
Days and nights grow shorter
And you’re body is telling you too:
Get the hell out of here
Life has no more use for you
Bob Boyd
They left chicken bones and chicken heads
And blood on the altar, a Satanic sacrifice
In an old abandoned church,
A desecration of a once holy site.
They sacrificed crazy John White’s cat as well
And cut off his head,
Which was a more dangerous mistake
Than those responsible could have imagined.
John loved his cat like a member of his family,
And John was one tough, crazy hombre nobody
Wanted to fool with.
He found out who was responsible for killing his cat,
The leader of a wannabe Satanic cult, Evil One John.
He hunted Evil One John down, slew him with a sword, and
Cut off his head.
And put it on the altar of the church to freak
Out the wannabe satanists when they held their next sacrifice.
He hid with has AR-15 assault rifle the night they all entered the church
And screamed. He leaped out of his hiding spot, shot them all to death when they
Stormed out of the church terrified.
The police never solved the case, and John White got a new cat.
Bob Boyd