Hunter S Thompson Poster

Oh, how I hate categorising.

Rather than a description, I wrote a poem:

The Day the Hunter Died

I think I’ll change my name
Move to another little town
Where no-one knows who I am
And the sun sets behind me every day

Surround myself with life
To forget the day the Hunter died
Got drunk on rum, fell off his bike
But nothing kills the fear

Working hard to build someone else’s dream
And nothing ever seems as real
As the setting sun behind me
And the great and manic Hunter's words

Seared on a nation’s hidden thoughts
And blackened to the lifelong dream
Nothing ever seemed so real
And nothing brings it back again