Ben's my Friend

Ben was our dearly friend
And a while ago we did a bet on him
Would he die first by what
Drugs or booze or
Throwing himself out the window
Well we reunited today on his name
Our kind friend Ben kind of died of
Love
Of all evils,
We didn’t want to go all philosophical about it
So we took the money and split on drinks
And got drunk on his memory,
That’s what he would have wanted, I’m
Almost pretty sure.

Oh! Before I forget
Rest nicely, you deserve it,
My dear friend Ben.