Joshua S. Lukowski
Aug 29, 1980 - May 31, 2000
Dear Lord, Jesus
I know you're not always pleased with
the way we act and the things we say
but sometimes we're just deceased with sin.
We're only human
we don't listen all the time
All I know is that my pal was all-good with you.
He had his own unique personality
his own outlook on life
and this is what made him so clever, funny, talented and bright.
Sure, he did the wrong things at times
but I know no one perfect
except you, Lord, and your son Jesus who took the world's burdens upon himself so that we'd all be saved…
but I won't go there
because we've all heard it.
I just don't know how the loss of my pal could be worth it!
They say this builds character
and ads personality.
Well, take this life-lesson back, God
because this doesn't seem like reality.
My good pal had to suffer this sickening fatality.
You know, this feels like a dream,
a crazy abnormality.
These drugs us kids are on gives us a clouded mentality
and this world tells us lies,
and we seem to live by this fallacy.
My pal's gone totality
from this St. Pete principality.
He's somewhere else now
(I hope in heaven) no more morality
all because of this partiality my good pal had to these raves…
He'd been enslaved with the ways of these techno nights and these bedtime days;
in too deep with this electronic, computerized sound
and now my pal's gone
he's six feet deep in the ground.
So, I now pray aloud -- LORD, PLEASE DON'T LET MY PAL GET ON YOUR NERVES…
He's just being himself, that looney, crazy, zany, lovable, funny-bird.
He loved pushing people's buttons.
He loved playing the guitar.
And when we started shooting pool,
he bought a table and became a shark.
That clever kid from Catholic school,
number 70 on the football team,
computer literate, intelligent fool --
I can't believe he bought those infomercial get-rich-quick schemes…
We disputed domestically
and we both loved Joe Popp
but I guess I took him for granted
because I thought he was too smart to be stopped.
Dear God, please bless his soul
and forgive him for all he's done.
And Lord, can ya pass this one last thing to Josh?
Tell him, when Rob The Wop get's up there
his big, lovable butt better run.