In his first poetry since he perfected poetry with The Closet in 1989, the Deaf Messenger shows you what it means to be the best poet to ever walk the earth.

 

LOOK WHAT THEY'VE DONE TO MY FRIEND, MA!

 

ODE TO MY FRIEND, BOB:

 

BOB'S FRIENDS

 

Bob's friends were Nazis, sweet and kind.
Sweeter Nazis were hard to find.
When Bob was born, they all did vent;
"It was a Gad damn accident!"

 

Point the finger and wag the tongue!
"Look and see what Bob has done!"
Point the finger and wag the tongue!
They said they'd do it till he's done!

 

With sulphur, anthrax, mold, and more,
They drove him to the doktor's door!
Doktor said, "I can help you out,
but please do promise not to shout!"

 

As pills and needles toyed with Bob,
His friends' "concern" did make him sob.
When Bob stumbled and "bit the dust",
His friends' desire did burn like lust.

 

Since Bob collected coins and more,
They showed us what his friends were for!
They took his money and split town,
Before his body's in the ground!

 

Bobby Meade Copyright 3:26 PM 3/18/09

 

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