The Corey Dooling Poem

I wrote this poem yesterday for a Friend that passed away this Monday. I'm going to his wake today and I'm going to his funeral tomorrow. It's not too sappy! I promise

Corey Dooling Poem

Corey Dooling was man built like he was raised on a farm
He had a combination of charisma, cockiness, and charm

Didn’t matter what he said, everyone thought he was funny.
Corey was a ladies man, he could get a playboy bunny.

When it came to the ladies, Corey could take his pick.
He knew in his mind, that he was nobody’s sidekick

Corey spoke in a sarcastic tone that only I could comprehend.
I said you’re such a toolbag, we really should be friends.

The type of friendship he displayed you couldn’t really compare.
He always had my back, to me that was very rare.

On the road, he would always drive like he was in outer space.
We‘d drive with no destination, yet we all wanted to get someplace.

I didn’t matter if Corey, Pat or I was the driver.
We would crank up the tunes, and sing Holy Diver.

If he told you something, you’d really believe it was true.
Corey thought he was invincible, and we believed it too.

When we played ruit, I loved to watch him lose his cool.
Then he’d moon everyone there, almost acting like a fool.

He would always like to show the place that he would sit.
One time he had a pimple on his butt, maybe I should’ve popped it!….jk

Corey was a free spirit and he loved surfing on the ocean.
I think we got along because we didn’t show much emotion

Corey wanted to help people out, and turn it into a living
He even helped Happy Juice out of an abandoned building.

If he brought a date and she left with another dude,
Corey would leave with another, and do it without being rude

I wish he stayed a little longer, Corey would’ve been a success
And I wish some people wouldn’t take advantage of his kindness

Many said they knew Corey Dooling, their friendship he would thrive
Any party would get 25% better, whenever he’d arrive

I wish I had one more drink with him, maybe one last call
Corey Dooling was loved by many, hated by few, but respected by all!