Poor Jimi's Dead
Poor Jimi's dead and his music used
to turn baby boomers heads.
A musical icon shills a new car.
Let me stand next to your fire.
Nothing sacred in the consumer world.
Those who once thought you a joke
use your songs to invoke what is left
of a generations youthful fire.
I can see the Mother Teresa
Depends commercial on the horizon,
and the Princess Diana, brakes.
Jimi, you're lucky it wasn't charcoal.
Let me stand next to your fire.
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