A poem by my friend Shane Pruitt.
This is a poem by my only friend in this stupid town of Fouke, AR. Yeah, yeah I know. My sig says almost, Amboy… but there’s a personal reason behind that… Anyway… this friend of mine is no writer. In fact he was involved in a car wreck when he was 6 years old, which also killed his brother Shannon. The accident left him mental impaired, and scared the right of his face from the top of the skull to the lip line. He is a nice gentleman, similar to me, but is a straight up red-neck. He is a Godly person however, more so than me, and I respect this man. He will always be my best friend, no matter what happens, and no matter where I am. One day I will leave him, but we will meet back up in heaven. He will have a new, fresh body, and get to see his brother again. I also pray to see his brother and him in heaven too. I hope you enjoy his poem.
Done on May 17th, 2005
At another birthday.
No girlfriend to celebrate with.
Living a life of pain and misery.
Wish I could lie in a dark casket,
At the bottom of the ocean.
Can’t stand a life by myself anymore.
My dad is dying.
My friends are dying all around me.
I feel like my name the next,
One on the list of deaths.
I can’t get a girlfriend,
None of them would like me,
Because the way I look.
They would laugh at me,
If I asked one out.
My dad is dying of liver cancer,
Only if I could a girlfriend.
I’m tired of everybody judging my life,
Like it is a piece of crap.
Like they know it or something….
By: Shane Lamar Pruitt