Good Riddance
some wondered
why i
smiled so much
at ‘Bully Boy’s’ funeral
and brought my laughter
to his burial
as if… i enjoyed
some humorous moment
inside myself
from his early passing
well…i did
and i wasn’t the only one
i was real about my feelings
if you had known him
like i knew him
you would have known
or questioned
how did he live
so wrong
so long
six feet
wasn’t even deep enough
‘dirt’
for somebody that
‘No Good’
especially when… you’re burying trash.
This poem was written/submitted by ronald stroman.
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