my brown mentor is dead
the stinking lovefilled lick-machine is no more
the olde fellow was having trouble with stairs
he had a good run
he lived the life in paradise the last few years on on phebes magical organic acres
he was themayor of pikeville
beloved
smelly
deceased
that dog taught me grace
serentity
flatulence
so many rich lessons
and when you were toking on some doobie hed come over and put his face in your lap for a taste
which is why marley was such a good name for him
much cooler than that faggy yellow lab of the same name who is a litereary icon now
so hoist a pint of some brown liquor in his memory
what is it boy?
WHAT IS IT?
A MOYER?
A MOYER?
GURRRROOFFF
GURRRRRRRROOOOFFFFFF!
see you in heaven dude
chill with some valkyries till i get there
then we take over