2012 /2013 : The Grim Years

Dearest of Sirs, to all those whom are now snuff,
Im dropping you's a line, we havent been talking too much

To start with, I'll start with, a bit from myself,
Im begining to feel, like an old book on the shelf
My daughters growing faster, Only a handfull of you met her,
One day she will hear of you, if even only through this letter
Nothings changed here, Though i have a new gaff,
A new place to indulge, kick back have a laugh
Im getting tired of drugs, And partying every week,
I feel like im getting older, The years are starting to creep

But gents you's are dead, And thats literally that,
You dont know your gone, Or what your seeing is black
So what is it like? Can you oversee what we're doing?
All the get-togethers, sessions, and fine girls we are wooing?
You's cant be in heaven, or even hell for that matter,
As most of you were realistic, and dont believe in such patter
Monkeys on a rock, Religion is man made and demeaning,
The closest thing to a god, is the sun shining down beaming

Twenty Twelve and Thirteen, has been painfull and unfair,
You can have a year each of my life, I have plenty to spare
For your names last forever, as do your antics in our mind,
We cant keep on dwelling, on those whom have fell behind
To progress, and continue, as human beings i am sure,
You must have your heart broken, at least once to endure
Im starting to ramble, and simply trying to rhyme,
So now im leaving this mind frame, ill get back at to you in time

So dearest of sirs, to all those whom are snuff,
Im over the moon that i knew you, thanks for talking, good luck.