Monday, 21 December 2009

Transcription: Epitaph to Malcolm Lowry (by Malcolm Lowry)

Malcolm Lowry

Late of the Bowery

His prose was flowery

And often glowery

He lived,nightly, and drank, daily,

And died playing the ukulele.

By Malcolm Lowry

Not entirely true about the ukulele, he actually died after drinking a bottle of gin, ingesting a bottle of sleeping pills and then proceded to choke on his own vomit. True story.

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