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Saturday, October 30, 2010

A SHORT POEM ABOUT THE SHORT LIFE OF AN OLD HIGH SCHOOL BUDDY NAMED "CASSO."








He met his maker
in a Studebaker
that crashed head-on
doing ninety

It was whispered
in the halls
that all they found of him
were his balls

The crash scene
reeked of booze
And I remembered his tattoo:
Born to lose

10 comments:

  1. Yikes, he tattooed a self-fulfilling prophecy. Highly effective poem-I caught my breath.

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  2. I think I have read this one before...not sure, sounds familiar..it gets a point across

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  3. Loved this poem...no a good idea for a tattoo.

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  4. You do sad and sinister to perfection, you're amazing if a little dark, but then again who isn't

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  5. Seems like tattoo karma was out to get him!

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  6. sweet piece for your old school buddy.
    kind of you.

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  9. SHERRY, CINDY, BETTY, LORRAINE, TALON, JINGLE:
    Thanks y'all...no tattoos for me!

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