The Deep End


In the deep end cries are least heard

Where brave boys find their end and egos buried

Boastful tongues put to rest and a fools conquest finds a brick wall

Evel knievel and yet before death nothing more than a needle

Where men who contested God ate bowls of their own words

It all starts with a simple thought..’I bet I can’

And pride pushes up like a heart burn fuelled by the glances of onlookers

Tonight Houdini might just find out he has no teeth to chew

At that very moment fate plays in favour of the young life guard

He finally get a chance to exchange pleasantries with d hot girl in the red swim suit

That was three days ago

Today its sunny in the chapel

From front row all I see is John’s well tailored suit from the open lid

The guest room bathtub would have been a better place to rehearse his trick

We all mis John

The neighbourhood pool will loose patronage for awhile

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