The Reverend Johnny BA Poem by GeeTake it as you will.
No need to dress me in Sunday best
with shiny patent shoes, no need to play a doleful dirge or maudlin' sounding blues. No need for a casket, flower strewn or brass plate etched with love, no need for church, religious words cos I ain't goin' up above. Instead dress me in Hawaiian shorts with flip flops on my feet, pour factor fifty all over me to protect me from the heat, as where I'm off it's hellish hot with folk debauched and gaggin', for sex and drugs and rock'n'roll yep music, coke and shaggin'. Politicians, clergymen, noble folk and w****s, will be littering the furniture writhin' 'cross the floors. So I'll grab myself a piece of a*s might try myself a man, "Why" you ask incredulously well I'll tell ya, cos I can. As here amongst those judged and tried where morals don't exist, it matters not what orifice you enter when you're pissed. Not one will bat a coin closed eye or raised a hell singed brow, here you can do what the f**k you like any furrow you can plough. So if you think when you are dead you'd like to come and see, drop me a note in the Hades post addressed to the Reverend Johnny B. See ya soon !! © 2019 GeeAuthor's Note
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15 Reviews Added on September 8, 2019 Last Updated on September 8, 2019 Tags: Death, sex, drugs, rock and roll, hades AuthorGeeMilton keynes, United KingdomAboutDevoted family man and lover of life. Simply written, easily understood "stuff" for those without code breaking skills. You will NEVER need Google to understand me:) more..Writing
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