Guys, come quick
Something’s wrong with Pete
He’s collapsed and can’t be roused
I think that he’s OD’d
Could we have foreseen this coming?
Was there any sign?
For God’s sake someone find a phone and dial 999
He’s taken an overdose
A cry for help do you suppose?
Was this something that he chose?
Did he really want to die?
He asks himself
Why he was sent
And speaks of finding answers
And enlightenment
Band relations have been bad
Pete’s always criticised
Can’t you see that he’s been bullied
And been ostracised
He’s taken an overdose
And now he lays there comatose
He’ll be okay, but it was close
And we’re left wondering why
© 2008 Paul Curtis