There’s no real story behind this. Just a collection of words that appeared in support of the first two lines, which originally were only the one.
159. Most of my heroes. (17 Dec 2016).
Most of my heroes,
They all wear headstones,
Except for the ones on life support, or course,
Some of them, they had really bad lives,
Some of them, they had no life at all,
But when I was a young man,
I used to wish I could join them,
The ones who died, of course,
Not the ones on life support,
There’s never been kudos to be had,
By lying there dribbling & comatose,
And the best legends never died,
Comforted by helping hands in uniforms,
Instead they expired with hands prematurely old,
Shaking after using, far too many,
Back street bought consumables,
That had them already going cold,
Long before the funeral.
© Jim Laing 2016.