In Memory Of My New Friend

[E.A Rumfield]

I smoke a joint for Peter Laughner
and for all the sorrow in the world
no one understood it better than you
So I smoke a joint for Peter Laughner
and everyone who doesn't know who you are
Ain't it Fun, Ain't It Fun
To know that you're goin' die young
But **** man you burned out
with an intensity matched not even
by the sun

[Silas Thorne]

A good little poem, with a touch of whimsy. Fun, yes, why not? Even about the dead guy in the room. :)
I like the way you half rhyme 'young' and 'sun'.
I also found out who this guy was due to your poem.

Maybe 'and everyone who don't know who you are' ? If you goin' use goin', why not?

You like W.H. Davies? Sometimes has that vibe to me.

This s hit's all good.