When assuming someone is dead , it is sometimes wise to not be afraid to ask around. To be fair, though, a friend of a friend was murdered this past week, so one starts thinking about death more and more. Why him, but not me? EVERYONE liked Murdered Guy (everyone except the dude sitting behind bars for murdering him, that is).
If I wasn’t as afraid of being annoying, I’d have asked if a certain fellow was OK before I wrote my last poem.It turns out he isn’t dead, he’s just away -literally. Alive and well, thank the good Lord.
So Dumbass I bid you adieu,