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 © | Year Posted 2009

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