Fear & Heartbreak in America!
Feb. 21st, 2005 10:24 amRIP HUNTER S THOMPSON
1937- 2005
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Goodbye you strange bitter prose angel
& proud son of the one night stand
between Ambrose Bierce & Walt Whitman
Goodbye you insane reckless sonofabitch!
whiskey drunk and coked up under
the lost stars of the Western Night
Goodbye ya true marksman of American Letters
Yr shotgun words point blank to the gut
always giving the bastards both barrels
Goodbye you highway souled madman
spilling pistol visions off the electric hangover
across the asphalt shadows of the chemical dawn
Goodbye you shitfaced warrior saint
Kicking the nazi pigs in the nuts
with your steel toed questions on
Goodbye you wonderful beast of Bourbon
Snorting deadlines off the last minutes
and playing rock'n'roll with a typewriter
Goodbye Doctor
the world will seem a little less weird now
and the pages that hold the articles that hold
the words that hold the fat belly attitudes of
what sadly passes for a journalist these days
will taste a little bitter without yr pill to swallow
Goodbye Hunter S. Thompson
May your eternal soul
piss down from heaven
on the private hells
of Richard Nixon
~RBM(2005)
1937- 2005
http://story.news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story2&u=/ap/20050221/ap_on_re_us/obit_thompson

Goodbye you strange bitter prose angel
& proud son of the one night stand
between Ambrose Bierce & Walt Whitman
Goodbye you insane reckless sonofabitch!
whiskey drunk and coked up under
the lost stars of the Western Night
Goodbye ya true marksman of American Letters
Yr shotgun words point blank to the gut
always giving the bastards both barrels
Goodbye you highway souled madman
spilling pistol visions off the electric hangover
across the asphalt shadows of the chemical dawn
Goodbye you shitfaced warrior saint
Kicking the nazi pigs in the nuts
with your steel toed questions on
Goodbye you wonderful beast of Bourbon
Snorting deadlines off the last minutes
and playing rock'n'roll with a typewriter
Goodbye Doctor
the world will seem a little less weird now
and the pages that hold the articles that hold
the words that hold the fat belly attitudes of
what sadly passes for a journalist these days
will taste a little bitter without yr pill to swallow
Goodbye Hunter S. Thompson
May your eternal soul
piss down from heaven
on the private hells
of Richard Nixon
~RBM(2005)