Straight Shooter

An old buddy died young yesterday

Left a wife, daughter, dog
Debt, doctor bills
And detractors

That old buddy phoned me midnight
Dialed with distress and disease
Calling with memories.
And markers

Old buddy to hell, I said callously
His finger on the trigger
Calibrate the guilt
He squeezed


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