G T M
Survived by the whore,
which he fornicated with
several times
prior to his divorce.
Special thanks
to the bikers at the bar
where a large sweet tea
gets you unlimited trips to the free buffet.
I'm sure they knew
the whore well too.
His father passed on
well before his own demise,
eaten by lies,
greed,
self-absorption.
I'm sure the worms
remained lacking
of his tender,
childlike, lusting, flesh.
His mother
paid his way.
From Georgia
to Florida,
Alabama,
and all banks between.
She never knew his father
until after fifty years of marriage,
a prostate
and lung later.
He was laid to rest
August 2004
though he died long before that.
He's been spotted since
in Lowe's
aisle 3.
"Bubba" wispered
through a ghostly breath
but not passing from his world
to mine.
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