We called you Petro due to
your quest for the best of times
Always down for a hustle (at
least until the money came) a
car stero extraction specialist
led many midnight fence
hopping rendezvous

Nothing but the best
Best toys Best cars Best herb
Never a woman between
you and the Boys (at least
until the money came)
When you did, you did Big
Bigger Badder Faster Better
How many cars were buried
as Colt .45 statistics?

We had your back (even
when the money came)
You didn't listen - Eighteen
years young with three quarter
mil will blind you quicker
than Masturbation / New
aquaintances seemed disciples
and Snowy nights turned to
Snowy days turned Snowy
mornings as I found you scrubbing
your floor at two

You used to stand HUSKY in
a healthy way (at least until the
money came) found there was less
of you with each encounter - Eyes
revealed of sleepless scrubbing
nights counting ribs through flaring
vacuums set to BLOW and the
disciples quick to take quick
Portland Trip trips all the while you
thinking your dry humor humorous

We tried to hint of plastic vultures
who shook with each second their
Mint's wallet lay dormant phantasizing
about chopping leather fine enough to
satisfy endorphin crazed hunger strikes
but you couldn't hear us (at least until
the money went)

You were never content Petro, missing
the beauty in an all natural rolled
in symmetric superiority or godlike
conversation lamenting on what the
Uknown knows-If you crawled out
of your hole today, would you notice
a genuine gesture from an old friend?
To see you once again I would be willing
to pay back the indebtedness to you that
afflicts my conscience today (two Kools
and a double cheeseburger) as I was
hungry and in a bad way thankful you
were there (long before the money was)

(c) 2007 HB Clayton