FESTIVAL OF SOUND Dave was seventeen his best mate was Frank, Frank had a problem he heavily drank. Going out to the pub was no fun anymore, When he couldn’t find his way out the door. We decided to go to the Festival of Sound, Before we arrived seven pints were downed. Pitching a tent a few beers more, Franks eyes now glazed after sinking another four. Music pounded around our thoughts, I was amazed when out came a bottle of shorts. Well a liver can only take so much pain, His was saturated, as was his foggy brain. Frank fell and slipped into a comatose state, Paramedics rushed him to hospital where we awaited his fate. A boy so young with looks to die for, Drifting away a best friend no more. When I visit his grave and stare at the plaque, I see alcoholic cogitation that wants to come back.Birth sign: Scorpio
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