wednesday december twenty seventh nineteen ninety five six thirty pm

George Bush Was A Murderer

there goes another one
i really can't believe it
the words were lies
it was like a bad dream

and i'm gonna wake up any moment
he can't be gone
he didn't even seem that sick
i just saw him a few weeks ago

he just sent me a card
he was upstate for xmas
he was with the family
how could he have been in the hospital

how could this happen
he was fine
things were going well
he just started his new business

i just don't understand

why didn't he call me
why didn't he tell me he was in the hospital
i had no idea he was that sick
i just didn't know

anger
was my first reaction
why didn't he call
why didn't he say something

pain
was all i could really feel
the loss of someone i loved
the hole in my life

useless
was all i really felt
what could i do
how could i help

i thought we were fairly close
i thought we were more than just acquaintances
sure we didn't talk every day
i just thought

i can't believe he's gone
i just figured there would be lots more time
at least another summer or two at moody beach
quiet nights listening to the ocean and the stars

i just cry and cry and cry

i can't believe he went so fast
i can't believe he's gone
i can't believe
i can't believe i didn't say good-bye


by cb cooke
©1995


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