Treasure Island

Steven Harris


Hunter Thompson Controlled Madness.


Hunter chose his own way
wanted to be left alone on his land
wanted to roam the world on his own time
he didnt need anybody's permission
he wanted to make his own choices
left alone to destroy himself
his own choice
left alone to blow up
shoot up whatever he wanted
he wasent going to leave this world because a doctor said it was time
he would leave this world on his own time
by his own hand
just like the way he lived
his own way
his own exit
his own journey
i admire that
maybe we should consider that
bring our own choice of controlled madness into our lives
just like Hunter S. Thompson
our own controlled madness.

Submitted: Monday, March 25, 2013

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