A true poem about a friend of mine who passed away due to addiction.
Will forever be missed!
Get up!
That day was hot in 1983,
The wrestling show on chanel 13.
An incredible personality
With shadows proned to darkened immorality
A blade of grass such as a cheery bomb blast
Matt Kramarz, Michael Maitta & Shane Hassinger
The crucifixion of the frogs
Frogs hung in a tree for real
Some would insist it was no big deal
A pen on paper he would create another scheme
While living in the world of mean
A local band formation,
Then the lighting of his mothers hair on fire
The wire that would go across the street to stop a passing car which had a flat tire
The fort in the woods that would hide his goods
In solemn pastures plain one would stick it to the man
Yet for Shane’s case, he always seemed to have a plan,
The baby sitting of my nephew which put a pick with ice cream in his face
What a disgrace this Shane having played Blizzard of Oz by Ozzy Osborne inside
The neighbors wanting to run away and hide including me!
His Nawnie lived downstairs in the cellar
Every now & then she would yell or holler
Yet to no avail,
Shane Hassinger will surely be missed
Not one single girl I knew he would ever kiss
Although he had tried
It was to bad he had to lie?
He was my best friend someone I could depend.
R.I.P. (Shane Hassinger”)
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