my buddy Bob

my buddy Bob

A Poem by SR Urie

 I had a conversation

With the devil, and

The son of a b***h got my goat.

But then a dear friend

Stood up for me

Cleared up my muddy reflection

With a cup of coffee

And an insult to my intellect, to my suit coat.

 

"You're an imbicile," he said.

Man he was pissed, discouraged

In me. Still he told me

Plain and simple

Why the devil had me by the NADs but

More important what I could do

To be free.

 

The morning came and by the afternoon

Things seemed better

With the world until the sun set,

And as the light began to fade

My old buddy Bob D. came back;

Slapped my face and threw my

Mai Thai all over the devil's face,

Then he bought me a beer.

 

What the hell are Friends for?

 

© 2012 SR Urie


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"A friend helps you move. A best friend helps you move the body"

Here's to having friends that help us move, recognize when we're being idiots, hide the bodies for us, and tell the devil off for us...

... and here's to being interesting enough ourselves to have friends like Bob! Even if they only speak to us when we're listening to old records while drunk. Sometimes I think we all need the reality check that doesn't bounce- and going back to the classics can do it.

I enjoyed the wry humor in this, very much.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Funny, and great. I hardly understood it, but hey, I hardly understand anything these days! Thanks for a super piece of humour!

Posted 14 Years Ago


"A friend helps you move. A best friend helps you move the body"

Here's to having friends that help us move, recognize when we're being idiots, hide the bodies for us, and tell the devil off for us...

... and here's to being interesting enough ourselves to have friends like Bob! Even if they only speak to us when we're listening to old records while drunk. Sometimes I think we all need the reality check that doesn't bounce- and going back to the classics can do it.

I enjoyed the wry humor in this, very much.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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