I have really hurt you with the things I said about you in the past. I
am sorry about that. Maybe if they weren't so true I might not have
said them. Like the earthquake that damaged you head which probably
was already on the way out long before we both pushed you over the
edge, it was a long time ago.
Anyway, I'd like to apologise, kiss and make up as it were.
So here is a poem I wrote in your honour, I call it:
LOSER
It's a long way to AZ from Northridge
It's a long time to hide in the sand
For an ostrich a loser or just Feeling Silly
Damaged beyond all command
Damaged beyond all command
I think of the e-mail you sent me
In unreconstructed netcop style
And I think of your malice you redneck
A loser too sad for smiles
Some dickheads are too sad for smiles
So let's all look back now at Northridge
An M6+, some long years ago
You come here each year in remembrance
Now shit fool and get off the po
Crap fool, then get up and go.
It's too bad your head has been damaged
But the only one hurt then was you?
What ever happened to the other shakers?
Have they all fared much better than you?
Or have they all just got better to do?
In which case then,
Why haven't you?