But he always hung around for six
He was bad with bathtubs
Often slipping when he showered
He had his dead dogs paw prints
Tattooed to his chest
In pencil thin red ink
Just under his broken chin
He had a bumper sticker that read
“Jesus loves me more than you”
Probably because he did.
He was not normal
He was young, he was 26 years old
He was on food stamps
And went to Christmas parties
Only for the free food, and the flirting
He always talked about traveling
But never did
And he feared death, like a good boy should
Eventually, he slipped in the bath, and fractured his skull on the toilet
Like most people, like normal people
He was 26 years old that day.