Best Jiggers Poems

When asked to write Limericks about ladies
I said, "Oh, no. There's no way in Hades!"
Too many are my friends
I'd have to make amends
Not even for a brand new Mercedes

Then, I gave the matter a bit more thought
And chose women closest to my heart
The ones in...

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She never got to know SpongeBob,
Or the thrill of Jerry and Tom, 
She never had the fun of quarreling with the maid,
Or hiding the bathing soap just to watch cartoons.
Her life has been one big fight, that she lost before she could even start.

That girl...

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I am a refuge here!
In this foreign land-
Of luxury of darkness
Where darkness
Laughs at me
Angry winds,
Bite me like scorpions,
Mosquitoes,
Drink me like a pot of beer
Bed bugs, my nocturnal guests,
Hold conferences
To celebrate on my ribs 
Jiggers,
Rip my feet apart like cakes,
In the sage-master’s kraal
Philanthropists, my only hope
Offer...

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Cows cuss under their breath during these winters
Being under a blanket is not warm if made of snow
Fish get expelled from their school playing hooky
Never learning to avoid nibbling on those jiggers
Forests are full of trees with being first issues
Worshiping the sun and boasting with...

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The Hair of the Dog

You can drink til your dead as a log
And get up with your head in a fog
tomato juice cocktail
two jiggers ginger ale
and a taste of the hair of the dog

She calls you, you’re jumpy as a frog
you act cool, your head...

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Sometimes it seems as if
Everyone has gone to sleep
Even while the sun shines,
And there is no gloom of night.

The world is full of vapid conversation,
Evergreens of low expectations,
Empty thoughts,
Valley girls, 
Cups of coffee,
And jiggers of gin.

Poets are waiting 
To bring the frozen people,
Kicking and screaming,
Out...

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Teeth freed late of jaw
Catch feign vulture caw
Keep time with thumb gum massage.
Three jiggers to rinse
Fire stick of incense
Lifted induced camouflage.

Shirt off shorts glued on
Vision of futon
Once upon a time life rocked.
Tent wants repairing
Sirens shrill blaring
Dumpster score steel trigger cocked.

Yawn fingers through beard
Glance field-mates look...

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YOU DIDN’T KNOW

Maybe you didn’t know
But your single plate fills mine a day
That note you give for the bill
My hair would shine a month
But I guess you didn’t know

Step lightly lest you pop out my jiggers
Your fine pointed heels, in my dreams I saw
That perfume...

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Sorry
Sorry to that mother,
Who lost her blessing,
On our delivery beds,
Who bled to death,
Under our vigil watch,
Who lost her womb,
For reasons we could not avoid

Sorry to that man,
Who lost his hope,
 Of beating cancer,
Whose liver ,
We had to remove,
Who lost his limb
For reasons we could not...

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Mary Worth’s Secret

You’ll see her snow white hair
With a bound round bun in the back.
She’s traversing the shopping mall,
Un-noticed now by one and all.

Blue flowered calico is what she wears,
Black oxfords to protect old feet,
But Mary has a secret –
A secret, I repeat

When her oatmeal...

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Backyard summer time blazing,
jiggers packed down with precision.
First few thoughts, simply amazing,
prepping my mind for tunnel vision. 

Roller coasting beyond the storm,
strapped into buzzed up seats.
Lungs that feel so smokey warm, 
drum line chorus heart beats. 

Eyes that bleed without blood,
cheekbones relaxed, muscles calm.
Shaking up...

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The thing about chiggers:
I’m glad they’re not bigger.
They’ll make you go dancing
Like A. A. Milne’s Tigger.

Avoid ‘em with vigor!
When they pull the trigger,
Get under your waistband,
You may need a jigger.

Of whiskey! Of whiskey!
You’ve gotta ask right,
'Cuz chiggers are red
And jiggers are white.

O, chigger! O, jigger!
They...

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It is May again, milners, mariners, militants
Ye laborers in union chafing come
And breathe beyond the cankerers fields
Crawl, fruit despised sucklings, from your dusty
Lung corroding mines
Walked the muscled roads your sweat
Have softened for freedom
You propertyless citizens come
Rise from the hovel of slums
And internal colonies
You spirit of...

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The Director 

By Sy Roth 

 

The directors--  

For want of a nail 

They were not wanting 

 

So many nails,  

A cache of nails 

To drive into their coffins 

 

Paid in jiggers of vodka 

They would slog the miles 

To the...

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Mate, if you give a fig, name is Jiggers.
Know now, I’m the kind of guy who likes booze.
People handed me that name, it figures.
I’m all coffin varnish smeared with tattoos.
Wild and mean, that kind of life’s what I choose.
Be sure, Saint John’s place to find...

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