The Death of C. R.M.
It was diced with vodka shots
Laced in tears
Permutated throughout the day
With fag ends
Cluttering the day
Who saw the death of C. R.M coming your way.
His hand on the bus pass
Pushing in front of the cue
Making his way to a destination
Undesirable to you
Took himself to a coffee stop
With no thought to drink
Just to take a child’s life away
Similar to the one he missed
Who saw the death of C.R.M coming your way.
