Edward Schmitz Poet Pantoum

My Good Friend, Jack

My Good Friend, Jack

I met a guy named Jack
he said he was a friend
but now my head is in this sack
and my time is growing thin

He said he was a friend
But Jack is in the mob
and my time is growing thin
because I'm part of Jack's new job

But Jack is in the mob
He's paid to wield a gun
because I'm part of Jack's new job
my time will soon be done

He's paid to wield a gun
his aim is fast and true
my time will soon be done
When Jack's new job is through

his aim is fast and true
of this I cannot lie
When Jack's new job is through
I'd really hate to die

of this I cannot lie
but now my head is in this sack
I'd really hate to die
I met a guy named Jack

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