Hunter S Thompson’s dead.
Not Gonzo,
I don’t believe it,
Say it isn’t so.
Loathing in Las Vegas,
And on the campaign trail,
Nixon in November? ,
A cold day in Hell.
With the Hells Angels
Fighting, guns and knife’s
Riding with the rowdies,
Thompson on a bike.
But I’ll remember him as Murray
In “Where the Buffalo Roam”
And light a joint for Gonzo,
Just sad he’s going home.
Sandra Osborne
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-death-of-gonzo/
