This poem fall into my cathartic category, and is mainly written for my old friends and to remember the good old days. Therefore, no literary debate shall be entered into.
Gruber the Groover
Gruber said to Gabe, you must be kidding me
this pub is a library, let’s go to the R.E.
Gabe said no. Gruber said see
you crowd are boring, won’t you listen to me
I need some music, boys and beer for my fun
and maybe a little something else to continue the run
but I know one thing, I’m quitting here, I’m done.
Now she did love the boys, as she almost stole mine
to this day I’m in the dark about that particular time
it doesn’t matter, he wasn’t so fine
and I’ve ended up with a man, quite sublime.
Well, Gruber didn’t have much luck, I’ll cut to the chase
she dated Luke the phantom, a little punk case
he was killed at nineteen, what a disgrace.
But that’s not the end of this sad account
for Jane travelled far, she did recount
completing law, revelling grand amounts.
The Groover never did things by half, this is paramount
so I figured when she died at age twenty-nine
that the Lord would promote her straight to divine
status, an angel, now that would be fine!
**Dedicated to the memory of Jane Gruber (the Groover) and Luke Conroy (the phantom).