It's getting dark, can I complete this poem
In time before I need the kitchen light
Feel like a shit, I've been smoking again
I mean I want a shit, not feeling shite
Got beer in to go with cigs. In tonight
Was goin to Buxton to see ole Jack Bruce
But cancelled, pneumonia his latest blight
Poor old guy, got throat cancer too, his juice
Is running out, the cream is used up, sluice
Is blocked, I've missed my chance to observe him
In that or any place in this life - night
Replaces morning story - what's the use
Still, he's had a place, people know of him
Is that important? Maybe only quite...
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