Dear Johnny was a crazy guy
we used to have threesomes
with all his ***** girlfriends

We used to go clubbing nearly every night
we had all the drugs inside us we'd need
when out there we were like march hares on speed

We would fall into clubs
you know outers
like tripping *****
dance on the dance floor
like spasticated fools

Dancing crazy with the crazies
kicking out the beats
moving our leather clad feet

We had some cool times
making love and not war
yet now my friend is dead
and we don't do that anymore
I miss my dear mad march hare


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris