. “Ode to John, my Buddy,
the baptist” * My buddy John, i just had

to think, I’d give an arm for him not to drink. If I found out a long time ago, that he was sober and never kicked. I wouldn’t have offered him a fkg hit.
John used to turn up with a glare creeping up in his eye, faith was recaptured and his actions didn’t lie.
Authentic case, as his was bad, i used to ask him, john can i Buy,
Wild irish rose and old scuppernoff too, dam the tequila, it will tease you.

Short term was lengthened, few years went by, me and john chilling on the AC vent outside.
7-11’s beer store sign, instigating our pride, the lights were blaring humbling our minds, shaking air vent, seemed like john could GO any minute..
John always shook, hands trembling away, but i knew all it took was coming his way. Every day and every night,
every morning at that, me and john got along, and we just knew it would,
John as 70 when i was 21 years young,
He was never steady, but wine and beer was his way of Fun..
John enjoyed the herb, at his age i thought as cool, ole john the baptist he wasn’t no fool. When I’d leave work, and cop a dime or two, we get hi and laugh and hang around the pool.
John was determined, each and
every day, and so was I, about the very first drink, and to pass the time by..
Seeming so, like the 1st drink of the day, we would never ease up, until we pasted out that day..
Not to mention, all in good cheers, we had parades in the town, and knew we’d get some beers. Sitting on our throne, as its an everyday event,
We got to be known, and got confident. Round about noon, we’d lie about time to eat, we’d go through the line, and settle for the sweets,..
Not appetite since wednesday, or was it longer, we were totally ate up with manic hunger. John would hurt, as his
Liver was shot, his hands seemed burnt and his eyes were distraught.
The sign at his home, Out before 9,
Though he slept alone, he hoped they wouldn’t find. The day I left, because of my wreck, I was a little sad and non too impressed. I was in the hospital
For a good 5 days, hitting the pain meds, didn’t need the purple haze..
I shouted out to john, on the car ride home, I’m getting out of this shit, and
But i have to go alone.
I saw his eyes at the moment he noticed me, he knew i was gone and
really going to leave.
So the story carry’s on a little like a bromance of a great guy, the only glimpse of seeing him will only be in the sky..
RIP John, S E E YA JOHN
THANKS FOR KNOWING WHERE THE BACK DOOR REALLY WAS..