Frank...
It was the strangest thing
when frank came undone,
we thought it was the gravitational pull
but he never broke all the way down
we asked him how the weather was
but you know Frank,
he was never much for chit-chat
always a little morose
so there he was
in such a state
we almost couldn't even see Frank
he might as well have been in pennsylvania
though I hear the waters no good
and he never did say why
Frank was always inscrutable
just sat there with his rotten pumpkin
it had sat out there for months
we always looked at Frank
thinking how he was a bit childlike
but never in an adoring, innocent way of course
in an unreasonable, pestering way
sad really, his age was beyond him
and the day we talked about?
well that was the last of him
Frank was the last of us
i think when he left there was no point
to have an us anymore, i mean
we wondered where he could go
with a sanity so flustered
and we knew after that he wouldn't make it
a strange relief, our mutual decision
Frank always said
he wanted to go out with a bang, after all
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