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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