Imprimir One For Hunter by Thomas W Case

This one goes out to
the rambling, gambling mad man
from Aspen- the late great
Hunter S. Thompson.
My drinking has landed me
in prison for a short stint.
To occupy my time,
I read and write,
it keeps my mind sharp
and the nursing homes at bay.
Also, a pen or a book in my
hand has the added benefit
of a signal to the other
inmates that I\'m in my own
world, and I don\'t care to converse.

H.S.T\'s guerrilla approach to
writing, and his sharp gonzo wit
keep me laughing and thinking
on this carnival ride from hell.
And if I can laugh in prison,
I\'m halfway home.
My mind will go where my
body can\'t.

Like Hunter, I\'m a betting man too,
and I always bet the long shots.
So I\'m putting a bundle on
me to pull out of this shit hole,
and do something with my life.
Ho ho ho, God Bless you Doctor.
And as my old man used to say,
\"They can Kill us, but they
can\'t eat us.\"