Ode to Gumby Dammit DIVER DOWN!

He stepped up to the line Last dart in hand And never threw it And never knew what hit him My friend is dead And I could do nothing to prevent it As if such hubris would matter anyway I break my chain of thought to change music If one is to write of the Galactic Bison The stereo needs to be playing the Dead Europe '72 will suffice thank you Where to begin to tell the tale Of a human so good at being? The man was complex He could not be buttonholed Juggling fire, or throwing darts Fixing computers, or teaching his children Helping a stranger, or being a husband He was driven to be the best at what he did Succeeding when others said he wouldn't Breaking barriers when others said he couldn't Always walking point guard Loving that front solo position A warrior's warrior He knew the ultimate answer The gap in our lives Will be measured by enthusiasm And how we maintain it Gumby would want us to embrace life To live it hugely And to take large bites as often as possible Moderation, after all, is for monks Variety may be the spice But joy is the entree And he reveled in voracious appetites Let the Feast of Life begin again!

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