How Happy He Is

April 25, 2012
By K.FAY BRONZE, Fort Wayne, Indiana
K.FAY BRONZE, Fort Wayne, Indiana
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Favorite Quote:
"We live alone. We die alone. Everything else is just an illusion."


I once had a dream
It was a cold, full moon night,
And there wasn't a cloud in the sky.

But there was smoke in the air
That smelled slightly like burning leaves,
And the rain that came down was of alcohol.

On my roof was a man,
Who held an empty beer bottle
And was blowing a puff of cigar.

HE was made of skin and bone
And dirt held his face and features
His eyes were void of a soul.

I sat down by his side,
And he put his arm around mine
But nothing was there but the cold.

He looked at me then,
His teeth were all rotten,
But still he said:

"Katie-bug, don't look like that,
For I am not sad,
Because I can drink all that I want.

I have no more fears,
No more problems or bills,
I can just smoke all that I want."



Now a days,
When I look out at the moon,
I see the smoke in the air,
And I know that he's with me,

Thank you for being by my side.



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