A face riddled with bruises
Clothes like rags on dolls
Tis not life he chooses
There's nowhere left to fall

He sleeps out on the street
With news to keep him cozy
No shoes upon his feet
No pockets filled with posy

It wasn't always like this
His life was once a pleasure
A wife that he'd keep happy
At the lengths of any measure

But one morning he woke up
And everything seemed fine
John got a cup of coffee
And drank it up by nine

He headed into work
With suitcase in his hand
But just outside his office
Was an unfamiliar man

He asked John for some money
Anything would do
But John, he simply smiled
And bid the man adieu

But just as John was leaving
The man stood up and yelled
And with sorrow I must tell you
That's when our dear John fell

For this man he told dark lies
A trickster with long sleeves
A demon in disguise
The devil if you'd please

But last do not feel sorry
Do not wet your eyes
For today it is Johns birthday
And it's the day John Miller dies