One For Hunter

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."
 
  • Author: Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 12th, 2023 10:34
  • Comment from author about the poem: If you get the chance, check out my book, Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems, on Amazon.
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Comments2

  • Jon Nakapalau

    Well done!

  • Neville



    this throws a whole new light on a shedload of things .. each one of them now ticked off from my check out list .. I very much enjoyed the rawness and I presume again, the self disclosures contained herein .. Neville



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