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Poem I wrote about my friend who tried to end his own life. Feedback please. 
 
 Basement King 
 
 
 He is to smart to fight, 
 or to be happy. 
 He knows them by name. 
 In his head they share drinks. 
 they smile at me. 
 they even tell me it is okay. 
 
 Someone left a pipe. 
 I found it on the ground. 
 The box said memories. 
 
 We can create all the memories in the world. 
 Place them in small mint boxes, for our lovers. 
 Even bury them. 
 
 Most of us sit around, with our pipes 
 Our minds, ranting about memories we never made. 
 While the kids on the row, 
 the basement kings, 
 take 12 gauges and bridges 
 because nobody could understand why 
 they could n't dance, or fit there memories into small boxes 
 for the earth to consume.
