Ray
A ray of sunshine
He was not,
An ornery drunkard
His lungs were shot,
A ray of foolishness
A pain in the arse,
Time spent in rehab
A total farce.
This patron of Harley
The barkeep's best friend,
Would have the last laugh
In the very end,
When he snuck out the back door
Against medical advice,
A cigarette was waiting
With Johnny Walker on ice.
Fibril_late;
6/17/08
Ray Revisited
There's no glimmer of intelligence
No dazzle of the mind,
No sparkle of imagination
Nor a flicker of the divine.
He's a flagrant, fugitive idler
A vagabond prince of denial,
After a 12 hour stint with this bloke
You feel like, you've been on trial.
No, he's not a ray of sunshine
Not a ray of hope,
And there's not a ray of hopefulness
For a handy length of rope.
Fibril_late;
6/18/08
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