Updated: Oct 1
He was a man strong and resentful
the kind that swung an ax for fun
He could act like he gave a damn
But he never did
And never would
His name was full of woeful mercy
and it rang throughout this land
He stomped on rose gardens
and virgin's memories of
He pleased them all -
a lick of the lips
Yes, I said it
His was a legend that was headstrong and right
Came in the morning left in the night
the scene brought screams and
hired by fathers
Testing the wind, searching in high grass
looking for this rogue Adonis
who jumped the train he was riding
As it flew down where ever Mystery
done laid the track
He met God and was not impressed
The Little Man called onto him:
"My creation, I'm sending you on a quest."
"You do what you gotta do, and so will I."
He turned his back not waiting for a reply.
I knew this man as a friend, and a fiend.
For living life in the hurricane's eye
A man who could remember his birth
And see past the sky
A good friend of mine.