John Pork (sad) by Lizz Hatt

Looking down at the puddles rain made I can’t help but see your face,

Taken from us too soon, John pork why

Why must you be gone forever

I often think about what life would’ve been like if you were still around

But all it does is remind me of the good times.

John pork I still think about never picking up your call,

Wondering if I did would things be different now, but all I can think about is

How we all lost you and your son Micheal Pork

All from an evil tim cheese

Just because he was a hater

Now im stuck feeling this way

All because of foul play

That could’ve ended differently

Waking up feeling blue

When all I do is think about you

Looking at your sweet baby blues

If only you had a clue, how much we all miss you

Taken to soon, I think it was just before noon

Your funeral was last June,

I can’t help but be torn, I can’t help but mourn

Such a beautiful soul gone

In such ways you were used as a pawn

To trim cheese

He’ll never be more than a skeeze