Dave captivated us with his desk, with tales of Bigfoot and toast, in jest. His voice was smooth, his message strong; he brought us together, built bridges and bonds. He fought like hell, but never in anger. And I think we all can agree, fuck cancer.
Why is it always the good ones who go too soon? While we're left with the octogenarian loons? Dave made us laugh; he spoke gently and true. But I'll say unabashedly, fuck cancer, no lube.
