It Takes Me Back

I remember my cousin so adventurous
Carpe Diem was the way he lived
In the fast lane his motive was  obvious
Now without him life is
One big cul de sac 
Back then I drank Tip Top
For the first time 
our mixer 
was Drink O’ Pop
This came tipping arcade game machines
Over with crowbars and looting the coins
When I came home 
on holidays from boarding school
I heard Eon was chewed by an Alsatian
On the thigh he boxed at him
What was a laugh
Doors grind at his own thighs
By not listening to his dad
His mom took a jab at his pride
Asking jokingly did you try
to cut of your birdie?
Hee hee !
Drunk like a skunk
Falling in slump 
Gosh when I think about you cuz
It brings back a lump…
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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