Poem From The Grave

Drugs, Absinthe and Russian Roulette

Poem From The Grave

I cannot explain
why absinthe was there;
we freebased cocaine
with hardly a care.

Two pals made a bet,
must have lost my mind;
played Russian Roulette
to help us unwind.

The magnum he loaded
with one single round.
My head would explode
what a terrible sound.

The story I've told
all true as can be;
it could happen to you,
but it happened to me.