He was a mess of the 'Blues' unscripted -
Unconventional choices were his life
Rules were meant to be broken by him
He ALWAYS coloured outside of the lines
His life a ever changing 'roller coaster'
Chaos and drama were his middle names
Like a Texas tornado set down
Destruction - his claim to fame
He was a practiced liar
Anything to hide the true facts
Neck deep into a habit that owned him
For the most part - an angry disaster of an act
They called him 'The Rebel' at his service
As he lived each day as if it were his last
Putting many miles on his young body
Constantly abusing himself - his fate was cast
He was 38 the day he left this Earth
His internal organs were all but fried
Coroner said very bluntly the cause was alcoholism
For his body was like that of an 80 year old man inside
He died as he lived always with a glass of wine in his hand.
By, Theodora Onken (c) Copyright All Rights Reserved
November 24,2015
Tuesday 4: 44 AM Central Time
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