My friend died and a few days later
In a dream called me on my cell;
‘Hey how are you doing?’ he said.
‘I can’t complain,’ was my reply,
‘And you? How is it being dead?’
A brief silence and he declared,
‘Nobody has to do it, just use
‘Gorilla Glue, man.’ I took this in
And asked. ‘But use Gorilla Glue
For what, old friend? The sundry
‘Household tasks?’ His reply had
Some heat: ‘Use Gorilla Glue, bro,
‘If you know what’s good for you!
‘Gorilla Glue!’ And he was gone.
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