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The Right Kind Of Eyes
(Hunter S. Thompson, 1937-2005)


guess in the end
he went more or less
like most of us will
that live long enough

we'll simply go 'round the bend
attempting to not make sense
of the absolutely
mad world around us
that refuses to submit
to the beautiful
& the sublime

the truth that gets ya
looking every time
as it flies over the
plate splitting the zone

but maybe the truth
isn't in any of the press
maybe the good doctor had received
the medical pink slip
& knew that his days were
seriously numbered
decided to forgo the slow & painful
for the short & sweet

no matter
he's gone
& that's all he
wrote

fucking bats
goddamn
fucking
bats

---2005 S.A. Griffin

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