Ant Smith

All poems

The 27 club

Birthdays celebrate the fact that you are still alive
Another day when you can claim that you have survived
Well done then my dear friend for having not yet died
I wonder if you ever have ever even tried?
I'll gift you twelve more months, you are but twenty six
A year to follow in the steps of Jimi Hendrix

Burn your candle down at twice the normal rate
Get yourself measured up for your early grave
I hear up in heaven they've planned a mighty rave
Poison your own liver and they will save a place
Infamy, infamy, I'm sure you will taste fame
For people will demand that you, play it once again

Immortality's for old men, I hope you join the club
I hope this year is worthy of, your last chance of dying young