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It's funny, how easily it is to recall
At his rather young age
How it was when he was a child
Life span, like watching a movie
Always a bottle in his hand
From birth till today
Always a bottle
Bottle, in thy hand
Hit the fast forward then rewind in the mind
Surely didn't have it easy
Yet, it wasn't that bad
Time comes rushing back
When one perceives, what is really taken for granted
Shortly to be forgotten, then forsaken again
As the statement goes
"From nakedness, from darkness, I came kicking,
came screaming! So, it shall be when I leave".
How fitting, enter me laughing
The recollection, how he rushed through childhood
While in reality
How was he to know the speed life goes
“Life’s cruel joke everyone has to pay!”
He would blab in a drunken state
His parents tried to forewarn
No one, heeds their parent’s words
That it goes, fast, take it slow
Don’t drink so much, Johnny
Though, as a child, how was he to really know
He was happy, with a bottle in his hand
Gosh, how he busied himself
With such trivial nonsense
Such worthlessness! A giant conspiracy
Just as long, as he had a bottle in his hand
Wasn’t enough to pass out with a cigarette
Wanting to burn the house down
No, no, no, just put that bottle in his hand
Now, what was obtained is all not worth a shit
What’s it worth any way’s always on his lips
‘Twas given the last rights to life
"six months"
give or take, a day or two
One should often wonder about the end
Though, surely, one is never considering
What it feels like, to hear the words
your time will draw to an end, when it never really began
Let's describe it as this, while he poured another drink
“Numbness at first, then it seems that the brain gives
a flash back of life, suddenly you realize,
you didn’t do shit but drink it away. Cheers!”
Surely, truly, he had the feeling to fight
Though, body too weary
Battle has taken its toll
Lying in bed, with his eyes taped open
Not to miss one moment
With that bottle in his hand
Thinking, reflecting
It seems, it’s all he could do
Wishing that life in his body
Could stay just one more day
To relive some part of yesterday
The bottle in his hand
Always shared the bed
Turning, it's just an empty nest
Now, thinking about life.
Pondering, Johnny did
What has it been, he would murmur
"Did I live a life worth anything?"
He sure didn't cure any disease
Nor did he sail a ship across the great seas
He was never a valiant soldier
He did nothing really of vast importance
Record these final moments, he pleaded with me
With another bottle in his hands
He had one way to tell the tale
The tale of a life, not lived
When they pulled that empty bottle of whisky
From his stone, dead hand
He still had the infamous smile
That showed
He just never gave a damn
It was his
“fuck you salute”
To life in death
His parents wept
Parents shouldn’t burry a child, the topic spoken
Gave them a hug, made the I’m sorry statement
Remember Johnny, their final goodbye