My friend wanted me to thank him but I would not. <br />When the fool bought me a birthday gift, he purchased a grave plot. <br />He said he bought it because a man doesn't know how long he'll live. <br />I said he might not live much longer because this was an inappropriate gift to give. <br />Two days later I sold my grave plot to a family who needed it. <br />My friend found out and he had a fit. <br />When he saw me at a bar, he decided to trash my truck. <br />But he made a big mistake and he was out of luck. <br />He threw a brick through the windshield and slashed the tires. <br />Then he poured gas in the cab and set it on fire. <br />But he accidentally trashed an old man's truck that was identical to mine. <br />When he saw that it belonged to a broken down old man, he laughed because he thought everything was fine. <br />The old man insisted that my friend buy him a new truck because his couldn't be fixed. <br />My friend laughed until he saw that the old man has a young son who stands seven feet six. <br />There was a lot of violence and there was plenty of blood. <br />The old man's son beat up my friend and then forced him to eat mud. <br />My friend paid for a new truck because he never wanted to see those two again. <br />He really is scared of those men.<br /><br />Randy Johnson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/he-bought-me-a-grave-plot/
