After all of his recent religious ramblings, and in fearing for his health, I've decided to immortalize Shizzo in poem. I hope this creative streak continues so that I can pay tribute to Goodrum or Prime next, as well as continue Getbig's Uranus Space Mission.
Shizzo's Sonnet
He sits in night-time’s contemplative black,
Abandoned and unable to abstain,
His bloated body like a half-filled sack,
His mind a mess of vapid thoughts and shame;
When considering his own fate so cruel,
He is confronted with the question ‘why?’
Why must all men endure God’s callous rule,
To live, but for a moment, and then die;
In days before he turned to Holy Writ,
In atonement for his life of error,
But knowing now it’s all a load of shit,
It brings not peace, but sobering terror;
Before Shaun leaves us for life hereafter,
I preserve him now for Getbig’s laughter.