Gary's face is droopy and full of pain.
He hated the Vietnam war and L.B.J.
He grew his hair out and smoked marijuana.
He became a hippie, and took some shrooms too.
After a while Gary lost his mind and grew blue.
He would tell me never to do drug's, because he didn't want to see me mess up like he did.
Gary would Laugh at everything, and he would always sing.
He would sing about marijuana, and how it messed up his life, L.B.J. and Jesus Christ.
Gary was a kind man, with trembling hand's and leg's.
Every morning Gary would make Marijuana Scrambled egg's.
Derek Germain
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ode-to-gary/
