In Memory of a Friend
In Memory of a Friend
He was doing alright, just living his life,
Until he met the king.
He didn't know he'd probably die
when he got into that scene.
There was nothing bad about him
and, it's true, there never was.
He crawled too far out on that limb...
They told him, 'Everybody does!'
He toked on pot and popped some speed
and thought he was doing mighty fine!
Then, he decided his life wasn't right
and he began at the end of line.
At first, he only skin-popped,
then he started to main-line.
He was always ripping off little shops
in order to buy a dime.
Then, they drove him away.
And, yes, it was for good.
He might have come back some distant day.
That is, if he wasn't dead.
He was nice; a grand young man
and he was quite a friend!
It's not his fault..what he did...
It's all King Heroin's!
I pray, someday, they will kill the King
and put him in his grave.
And no more heartbreak will he bring
to those who rant and rave.
This is in memory of a boy
who too quickly turned into a man.
And he did quickly, quickly die
because of one fair-weather friend
who lead him to King Heroin!
In Memory of George Guzba
By arwengentlewood
© 2008 arwengentlewood
(All rights reserved)
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