h,
hey louisville,
long time no hear from, don juan try hump fat
i’m about to get waynesburg on your stubborn ass
and i want you to know for years
i forgave you for blowing your head off,
hell,
i applauded your ballsy choice
you were nothing if not consistent
you were proof the most intelligent and keen amongst us
are prone to depression, suicide, and addiction,
because we understand how fucked up the world can be
and simply can’t bear the soul sucking siege and insult of it
no one should be made to suffer,
but you should be alive now
we need your voice now
more than ever,
gonzo journalist,
who thought the best was behind you
and it had only just begun
n’ don’t you tell me all the best kentuckians die young and grandly
you’re dead as a damned door nail
you can’t talk back
and aye, that’s the rub, old friend
i’m so mad at you for going away
if you weren’t already dead
i’d shoot you again myself
love you, fucker
a
