For my buddy Johnny Esau

We all have to fall
Make it count lets head butt a brick
Embrace the pain
Theres 1000 ways to slit your wrists
Life seems impossible
Good thing we all have followers
Good thing we can still smell earths flowers
It doesnt get any better than this
The friends im in this boat with I toast with
We can all blow our noses once the cokes burnt
Theres lots of room on this turtles back
How lucky we are to be in the same universe
Writing poems for each others souls on a Facebook