There is a stranger knocking at the door.
You open it to his tall hood and staff.
He says, "Good evening, but I want some more."
You ask, "Of what?" to which he starts to laugh.
It's someone loved he wants, and someone new--
His appetite has grown since you last met.
He used to be content with Old and Blue,
But now he's tasted Booze and Cigarette.
You're scared, and tense, and dazed, and dead inside.
And cordially you stand to let him in.
You make the preparations--it's implied,
Implied that you'll concede the win to him.
"But it's not true," you gasp through parted lips,
"It's false, it's false, it's false," as your world rippppps...
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RIP (Jim Alexander)
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Interesting write. It wasn't going where I thought which is what I liked best. Originality is hard pressed to come by these days, and you do it well.
Nice way of telling a story.
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