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! ! !
poem by Ronald Stroman
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