Greg never had a chance,
his chemistry made him susceptible
to chemical addictions.
His biology was configured
in such a way that
when he drank spirits
the devil took over.
He cheated & stole,
lied & ****** over
just about everybody who loved him.
I never stopped believing in his value,
he'd stop by to see me,
trashed,
****** up off his ***
& we'd talk about
the good old days.
I was one of the only ones
who would listen
to his slurred speech
& broken dreams.

The last time I saw him,
he still had his boyish charm,
I gave him ten dollars,
'cause he always paid me back.

And when I heard
he'd stepped in front
of a moving car a few days later,
it broke my ******* heart.

I wished I could have said goodbye.
All I can do now is
pen the sad facts.

So rest in peace brother Greg,
you never had a chance
with the devil
working against you.