For Buk

He wore his demons on the outside 
Made no apologies for telling it
Exactly how he thought it was
He thought you were a shit, he fucking told you

Booze, broads, brawls
Whatever the moment brought
He fucking lived it

If it wasn't piss, and maybe if it was,
And he didn't know it..
It met his throat with welcome

If she shook her ass
Or bounced her breasts 
She was good-goddamn-fun

You wanna try your luck?
Push his fucking buttons
He wouldn't hesitate to break the guilty digits

A broken child
Held together 
By the pocks of drowning in the moment

The pulp of black sparrows
Made his bed
And he lived in it

Found his love
But it didn't kill him...
Directly

Living has an ultimate destination 
Living wholly leads to a life complete

Living wholly doesn't have to consume
Living wholly, with the presence on conscience,
Is still within the grasp of those looking at death
Fearlessly flipping the fucking bird 
To the crutch of weakness
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Respect for the man and his works
Needn't be poisoned by
His inability to choke the life
Out of those visible demons