Jack was nimble...
Jack was quick...
Jack once jumped over a candlestick.
But time flies,
and the world turns.
What an embarrassing place for third degree burns.
She's got nerve,
Calling him a boozer
Sittin' next to him
She feels like such a loser
When He's been drinkin'
She'll give that boy a wack
He likes his Jim
But he don't know jack
I heard they got married
Bout a year ago
Figured to elope
I think the story goes
She thought, "What a Man"
As they wrestled in the sack
Yes The boy likes his Jim
But he don't know Jack
Chorus
Now if you're gonna drink
And mess around with girls
Don't pick a Bossy one
or she'll upset your world
And if you plan to keep on drinkin'
And remember watch your back
Cause you Can trust your Jim
But you don't know Jack
Instrumental
The Honeymoon's now over
And she hates it when he drinks
But he is kinda slow
He don't care what she thinks
But when he reaches for a bottle
She's ready to attack
'Cause he likes his Jim
But he don't know Jack
Chorus
Now if you're gonna drink
And mess around with girls
Don't pick a Bossy one
or she'll upset your world
And if you plan to keep on drinkin'
And remember watch your back
Cause you Can trust your Jim
But you don't know Jack
As a young boy
when not very old
I did enjoy
being told
grisly bedtime stories
by my Mother
the favourite was
none other
than
altho' I was just a nipper
Whitechapel Fishmonger Murders
perpetrated by
Jack the Kipper
Jack 177 26 Jun 2025
A room in my head called emotion
Controlled by various means
A thermometer reacting to the room temperature of others
The cold shoulder of silent indifference
Could turn the blood in my veins, to frozen streams
Other times, blood starts to boil with internal rage
The mercury of overreaction, starts to rise
The volatile instability, damages perception
I work hard on a solution for my personal climate control
I do, have a choice
Reactive thermometer or self-regulating thermostat
Someone else’s winter can be my thawing spring
Heated summer anger, can be a pleasant autumn day
That room in my head, needs comfortable stability
Self-awareness becomes the barometer of my emotions
Jack 162 10 Apr 2025
Ask me what I see
And my reply might be negative
I don’t see in colour, be it hair, eyes or skin
I don’t see any superiority, in any given religion
when they all give faith and strength to those that believe
I don’t see identity as an issue, it’s a personal matter of choice
I don’t see ability or disability, just capability
I don’t see personal opinions as right or wrong, just different
I don’t see big or small, fat or thin, just individuals
I don’t see old or young, experience or inexperience
Just stages of life’s journey
Ask me what I see
I see a world full of continuums and spectrums
And all of us are on, each and every one of them, somewhere or other along the line
I see individuals not labels
I see uniqueness
Jack 155 10 Mar 2025
I met my younger self today
He insisted it was at the pub
He needed to be comfy and had much to say
I declined his offer of a pint
Declaring I’m good with the water, thanks anyway
He insisted, come on have a beer, it’s what we do
I told him, one day he will know, he lives in the darkness of extreme
I remind him of the expression of two ears and one mouth
Wishing him mindful awareness, that might cure his deafness
He told me stories that I already know, saying it’s all just about fun
I spoke about all the untold waste, not just of time and money
But of lost days and unexplored capability, potential and provision
I looked my younger self firmly in the eyes
I explained that life shouldn’t be about regrets
But there will be what if’s, maybe’s and I wonder’s
I know he hadn’t heard me, there certainly wasn’t any thank you
I just smiled, knowing that sometime in the future
He will say
I wished I’d met you earlier
Jack 172 - 4 Jun 2025
Once solid like Ice
Life painfully boiled me to a liquid
The heat continued until I evaporated
Never knowing what I was meant to be
Sneaking through the graveyard
in the dead of night
to a hidden garden
in full moonlight
you want to be careful better beware
the fiery eyes
of the scarecrow's stare
if the spell is broken
you open Pandora's Box
and it's lights out
for the jack-o-lanterns
they're in for a nasty shock
you have to be careful better beware
the Halloween screams
of your worst nightmare
'cause something's jumping in the pumpkin patch
it's goblins going trick or treat
they're a-getting hungry
for something good to eat
Little Red Riding Hood took a lunch
to her grandma who liked to munch
Riding Hood liked to play like waiter
until Wolf spied her and then ate her.
Little Bo Peep had trouble with sheep
They'd follow grass. "Stop it," she'd peep.
One got lost, causing Bo to sniff:
"That's it!" and pushed all over cliff.
Cinderella got dressed for the dance
Mean stepsisters said, "Think you have a chance?"
Cindy lost shoe, Prince said, "Yeah,she'll do."
That wasn't hard, she said. (gee, who knew!)
Jack traded cow for a magic beanstalk
His mom was angry, said, "take a walk"
He climbed stalk, killed giant, stole gold bullion
invested in bitcoins, and made a gazillion!
There's surely a moral to the fairytale story
Beware what happens when things get gory!
There's this happy fellow named Jack
A serious bone in his body he lacks
When they finally close his coffin
He'll be scratchin' and clawin'
Yelling a la Schwarzenegger “I'll be back”
"The dealer cheated!"
You cry to deaf ears
Or at least, ears that need some aid
"The game makers should've by now retreated,
You will keep in mind my tears
When you pay for what I paid."
Honey, the world doesn't work remotely like that
It won't turn in your favor when you play Blackjack
The masses are cruel, they'll ridicule you like a fool
And you'll simply stand there as if you are their mule
When you display bare minimum poise
Do not expect the public to kneel, preen, they'll reciprocate
To them you will only be nuisance, noise
And yes, it will be easy to self-deprecate.
So don't expect to walk into the casino to gamble
Without checking for a place to run
If you're narcissistic, consider this an eerie preamble
You won't get to act high and haughty and shout 'Twenty one!'
was the whiskey and the jazz playing
On too many black nights with too
Many lonely women and not a poem
Between them
How many times can you run
From the shadow of the voices that
Surround you
Beating like drums in the darkness
Tasting more of your flesh each time
Not leaving enough for a man to breathe
No way for a man to live
How could the hep-cat jive survive
When my voice can only spit silence
Wasn't a dream left to filter thru
The night worn inside and out and
Bled dry a bottle singing the page blank and life in the hands of
the haves laughing at the broken shadows of the have-nots
There was a club on 34th and Second Ave where the jazzman
swung
All night long beat poets recited Tuesdays' nights and Jack was
always drunk in the third booth
Scrawling poems on paper bags and notebooks
Taking life hard on the chin and after a while not fighting back
anymore
Ain't the road thzt donev Jack in
I asked Jack, "How can you stand to live in that box?
Whiskey on the rocks?”
He said, "Nah, it's much more mundane.
I simply turn off my brain; then, turn it back on again,
when someone else wants me to entertain.
Not that Jack and Jill
Jack took Jill up the hill
On the pretext of fetching water
But the need for some weed
Was a far more pressing order.
The hill was all green with flowers asunder
When they lit the pipe so they could go under
Jack inhaled deeply and spied Jilly with a posy
She took the pipe and took it in till her cheeky were rosy
They lay a while, and closed their eyes, the birds all chirps and singing
The clouds floated and bobbed their beards as weed and ecstasy collided
The sky was bluer, the grass greener, the air fresher as senses imploded.
Another puff, eyes closed, and images dance in the gentle breeze
As clouds part, God appears, staff in hand, smiling with ease.
All sounds are dappled, all objects move slowly, deliberately
Footfur Jack
your step is nigh
when by my door
goes paw tonight
I hear you tread
my bed you pass
don’t take my blood
please Footfur Jack
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