Boot+Kitty=Poetry in motion
Damn you Mike and Scott,
Who the Hell do you think you are?
You've left us without a thought,
And we loved you from afar.
Your poetry was a bit of good,
Your wit was a trace more than great.
I miss you both from the neighborhood,
I know God has opened his gate.
I defined myself by your broken lines,
You tried to meet my ripostes,
To compose, exquisite (it seems repines),
Yet, I know you both were toast.
Mike and Scott. You are my brothers, and I love you. Rest in peace. God, I miss you and love you.