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My Friend Jim Beam

My Friend Jim Bean The highway signs go by so fast. The whole damn night had been a blast. There's a red light chasing behind me and wouldn't you know it I could barely see. Driving blind drunk and all over the road. It's amazing how much your skills erode. I was drinking all night at the local bar. Should have called a taxi but I was driving my car. I was dancing with a girl who had a perfect ass. When I thought about her it made me step on the gas. At first I thought this must be a bad dream. But there between my legs was my friend Jim Beam. I grabbed that bottle and took a big swig and ole Jim convinced me I could ditch this pig. Took a quick turn down a one way street when I saw something ahead I didn't want to meet. Right in front of me someone turned on the brights. It was an 18 wheeler and I was in his headlights. Right before we hit I made the car swerve. Barely got around him when I hit a hair-pin curve. Slammed on the brakes and started spinning around. Must have looked like my car was a merry-go-round. Didn't hit a thing and when I came to a stop. My thoughts once again returned to ditching that cop. I even yelled something stupid like you'll never catch me copper. But I almost gave up when I thought I saw a helicopter. The cop chasing me must have freaked when he saw that truck. Probably thought he was dead but you wouldn't believe his luck. He drove right into a ditch and got launched into the air and I felt so helpless all I could do was stare. It looked like a helicopter his car in the sky. The way it looked to me was he was gonna die. I thought about his family and got real upset. If he died I knew God wouldn't let me forget. Only a miracle could keep him from harm. Then I noticed his car was headed straight for this barn. Right up in the hayloft is where his car went and it landed real nice without a scratch or a dent. Cop was hooting and hollering when he got out of his car. Screaming something about being a shooting star. Before I pulled out I gave him a honk and a wave. Thanking the Lord I didn't have to put flowers on his grave.

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Date: 5/20/2009 10:14:00 AM
Rhyme would be this type of poem, tells a story so may be naritive or other types, checking out the "forms of Poetry" up at the top of this site will help alot with your writting. My weakness is spelling. Very good story hope it wasn't based on your true story. Good flow, imagery and rhyme. Hold the readers intrest, I like it.little on the wild side. JudyRiley
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