I envision time travelling pizza delivery for
For those so full that they need to fill the void
Thru a sort of filling at times
Rare as they were
In another two I bury or am buried
By/do eulogy for
he takes death seriously enough and
I took him seriously enough from the start
So it worked
In my reality I learn Spanish
I cradle his
Like a picture frame
Or a convenient white
I was always a little more adventurous, too.
Never to brag. He would learn drunk Newfoundlander rantology of gingerhood.
A cross between Richard Pryor freebased,
Alex Jones evolved,
And bitchy old white George Carlin litany.