Lower than Worm Pus…

This friend I have is lower than worm pus,

Maybe that is why I like him so much yes it must,

He really has a head that needs reshaping, in a bust,

Nothing in his head, but empty hot air, his brain full of rust…

His debauching effect over all that surround him,

Leads me to believe he is more of a degenerate,

But degeneration is good, why again; I suppose I must admit, I like him,

The light there in his head is on but nobody is home, though it is very dim,

A shame when you see him, yes it is so very grim…

So if you meet this person, better to run away as fast as you are able,

He will mess up your life, dragging you down with him so unstable,

He has his good points, a writer and author, but his brain was mislabeled,

He has more in common for the most part with that of a pool table…

                                © ed ~ 7/22/04