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by life-in-thorns

I don’t know you personally.
When you were rocking crowds,
I was rocking in the cradle.

When I first saw your picture,
I thought you were a homeless man
Disheveled blond hair, a plaid shirt
That was too big to cover your
Emaciated frame.

You were smiling though.
I thought that was strange.
Why would you be smiling
If you looked like one of those
Starving refugees on CNN?

I don’t know how you could have smiled
If you were screaming like a banshee.

I don’t think you would be smiling now
If you knew how your wife was pimping
Your soul for greenbacks.

What people dismissed as random ramblings,
I thought was poetry.
What the squares said was angry, brutal noise
I thought were symphonies.

You said that your friends were in your head,
And I guess you were correct.

Because you never found home in other people,
So you shot yourself up with a needle.
You were high even on your wedding day,
Pathetic.

You never found peace with a wife that used you,
And the Children’s services people took your daughter away.

You were a wind-up doll strapped to a guitar and a microphone
Because they didn’t want poetry, they wanted music to use
In Miller Light commercials.

So you found God in the barrel of a shotgun.