This one goes out to
the rambling, gambling madman
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,
and I always bet on 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."
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
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Comments5
A man with a plan, and hell if you end up in prison you need one to help you pass the time and keep you out of more trouble.
A guerilla approach to writing - I like the sharp focus that offers. Another great write Thomas.
Thank you so much.
The first person helps this wonderful write present itself in a vivid and most engaging manner. Well done.
Thank you very much.
I am sure you will come out of that hole David with a winning hand.
Andy
Thanks for reading.
I don't know the guy! lol.
Great writer.
Love this poem. HST is a legend, Thomas. We share a few of the same literary heroes. Bukowski is one of the great too, and a fantastic name for a cat. Cheers, Tom.
Thanks, brother. I appreciate the read and comment.
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