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I wrote this poem about a nice man I once knew. He was known as Eastcoast (having spent a lot of his younger years at sea) and he use to recite the following verse.

There're a hole in daddy's arm

Where all his money goes..

And his Children go around

In other people's clothes

So Jesus died for nothing.

I suppose.

This poem is dedicated to his memory

Ode to Eastcoast

I was stranded on an empty Train,
Looking out a dirty window at the driving Rain.
I was reflecting on a promise
That had been broken,
A tale which for today shall
Remain unspoken.

Were you right my friend all those
Years Ago.
When you lamented to me your enlightened and
Damning View,
That Jesus had died for nothing and the world was
Heart less and cruel.
And how I remember laughing out loud thinking
You were a fool.

But you were an alcoholic messiah and I was your
Unknowing Disciple,
Who alone remains in this world fighting for
His Survival?
And as I stared aimlessly I realised that Disillusionment had become
A close friend,
And loneliness and heartache walked sadly beside me,
Hand in hand.

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