free cee HE DIED IN MY TUB AND THERE IS THE RUB

Written by: jeffry cohan

REQUIEM FOR A WRETCHED WRECK

There he lay, a stone to speak no more
There he lay, motionless unlike before
There he lay, with no more wisdom for to lend
There he lay, dead was he, my best friend

I taught him well how to find a vein
I tutored him in how to conquer pain
I educated him in how to rob and steel
There lay he with no pulse to feel

‘twas midst porcelain and tile lay he there
My desperation and heartlessness a spear
Skewered by steal as real as any ever made
And done were all our plans to fade

He and I were going to travel the globe
Until I designed and defiled his robe
When met did we he was filled with hope
But my selfishness and desire is a hangman’s rope

No 911 would I place that call
As I dragged him into the hollowed hall
Lest the cops ask questions I could not defend
There stood I with no help to lend

So Alan died in my apartment’s tub
And therein lies the rubbish and the rub
I was barred from his funeral because I killed him well
And I can only pray he landed not in the halls of hell
 
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