Tribute To Jdm
The lizard king
had a mind full of muse
that came with a problem
the bottle abused
The bottle had spirits
and so did he
he was leather clad
the lizard king
His poem's were flowing
they came naturally
while whiskey was pouring
he sang to be free
But the bottle took over
his spirits grew grim
his body was weakening
inspirations were dim
So while his muse was divine
held in highest esteem
lizard king was dethroned
and died in a dream
Copyright © Ron Derby | Year Posted 2009
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