Nothing had never been noticed
when old John did disappear
He’d been cussing and singing rebel songs
When he got throwed out on his ear.
No one there had  missed him
or his stinked of piss odour.
He’d rarely broke horizons
Laid flat back drunk upon the floor.
No one looked for Johnny
not knowing that he was lost
No helicopters swirling
No searched unnecessary cost
Nothing was knowed about old John
than he’d drunked his days away
He’d ended cut and tore about
But never did he ever pay.
His life be known were tragic
When John had lost his way
He’d rarely sobered from the drink
Since Mags had passed away.
John and her were lovers
who fought along the way
but there’d never be a question
that John would ever stray.
When her illness brought her home
John roared ‘fuck’ alot
He gathered up of all her bits
but it added up to naught.
On the day old john were found
Some lads were skiting rocks
When they happened on some worn old boots
Stuffed rough with torn odd socks.
He lay among the broken reeds
drowned days before the date
Mags had long now held his hand
their path laid out by fate.
No one came to see John off
Not one had ever missed
Old John be back with Mags
only woman he’d ever kissed.