A toke of his fine cigarette
A shot of good ol’ Bourbon on the side
Important memories remain, unnecessary ones do him a favour and fall away
Getting to watch the day roll on by
Fierce creatures – oh how, they do hide
A parade in his honour
Closest friends clothed in armour
Past and present imbeciles slip-slide on out of his life
While nothing but the sweetest of meet-and-greets take place
A lavishly decorated candour leaves him with a mesmerising smile on his face
This one of lifes fine soldiers
Built the perfect boulder
Right round all that matters
Some will say that he was the maddest of mad hatters
But nonetheless purer than pure
A God awful hoare for that whiskey

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