Another Pointless Story
The Lost Boy finally succeeded
in doing himself in
another pointless story
Did the world get to you, Cory?
How I wish I could be in your shoes
thinking how you were set for life
so why did you pick up that crack pipe?
Couldn't you live down the hype?
Now I'm crawling through these Hollywood Hills
seeing orange sprayed tans
on Botox preserved men
such healthy living
for a Bohemian setting
paying a price for beauty
wrong place, right time
earning a fast paycheck
for memorized lines
What a wasted life
based on nothing
but predictable trite
mathiasthom
written 3/10/10
Rest in Peace, Corey Haim
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