The Dame
By Saccy
Simple minded smiles
Smirky shit-eating grins
Sly guy, sweater-loving, lovable jackass.
Truly loyal...
His friends were his world and
So, they presented him to the afterlife.
But a mick, is a mick, is a mick.
And if an Irishman such as he didn't have reasons
To keep him drinking, he'd make them up for himself...
To spend more of his days pushing a rock uphill
Only to have it fall back down with the worst of luck
At the end of each day.
He's gone. His brogue I hear everyday,
But I'll never again see him in this life.
I cling to the faith
That we once held onto together, the Dame and me...
That is, we're friends forever.
Here and, when we die, in heaven...
Simple minded smiles
Smirky shit eating grins
Sly guy, sweater-loving, lovable jackass.