Lively gentleman Jim was an ankle stomper
a snazzy dresser, an avid dance floor romper
all of the old ladies loved taking a whirling painful turn
He was the Casanova dancer in the Nursing Home of Pern
GOD
Destroyed
The
Roman
Empire
GOING AFTER HIM
SEASHELLS ON THE SEASHORE JIM
ANOTHER TRUMP WHIM
In the galaxy of my heart, Jim charts his path,
His spear flies like stars lighting the way.
He takes his time, never rushed,
With every move, the world feels his respect.
In love, he is the gravity that keeps me in place.
it happened as we rounded the roundabout
which is supposed to happen
are you lonesome tonight? (laughing version)
my daughter has been yelling at the smart speaker
to play a katy perry song the speaker has never heard of
for the last forty minutes
she bops down the street
imitating the bass from rick james'
super freak
the stress management course advises to
cultivate a non-work identity
in which i have decided to be Jim Morrison
i've been standing outside the back door.
i need to develop authentic communication skills,
confidence,
and a depth of knowledge
pursue travel, and athletic challenges or
a mental health professional
i have been advised to carry a notebook
and wear the leather jacket
and grow my hair
two out of those three i can do
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
garden gnome Jim loved the marigolds especially
And the sunflowers of course, and petunias, luckily
He tended the garden, every day, admiring each berry
Occasionally sneaking a radish, rose, or a strawberry.
We all knew a fellow named ‘Tiny Tim’
Fit as a fiddle, though extremely slim
Poor Tim had weakling muscles
And needed a side hustle
So he spent all his spare time in the gym
JIM SITS WITH HIS NEW
DOG LICK SHE SITS AT JIMS
FEET WATCHING HIS WIFE EAT
JIM SAYS LICK DOESN'T MIND
BEING SECOND SHE'S
USE TO IT FROM HER OLD
OWNERS EVERY MOVE JIM
MAKES LICK MAKES WAGGING
HER JET BLACK TAIL JIM GOT
HER AFTER HIS DOG DIED HE
ENJOYS ALL THE LICKS FROM
HIS NEW DOG SIT LICK STAY
LICK FINALLY JIM PICKS UP
HIS GUITAR JUMP LICK JUMP
LICK JUMPS HIGH LICK JUMPS
LOW HOW LOW CAN LICK GO
Tornado Jim was an unruly evil F-5.
He barely left anyone alive.
Threw cattle and tractors into the air.
Crushed combines and backhoes; he did not care.
Gloated that he had destroyed more farms than his sis.
She gave him a mean finger and snarled with a hiss.
Next time she destroyed, she vowed to be worse than him.
She was always in competition with Tornado Jim.
Fifty years ago...the age of self-reflection
Hollow crumbs, shadows of proud vestiges
As minneapolis' jim crow vanished slowly,
Painfully, no longer admired at country club
Cocktail parties celebrating ribbon-cuttings
My family was inside and unaware of history
Working class achievement,
First deli in marble edifice
To corporate greed,
Connecting the longest Minneapolis
Skyway North to Washington Ave.
Dallas barons, puppet-masters
Guilding their empire on the backs
Of working class talent, eager to eat the
Crumbs of capitalism
Spoon (Mr Witherspoon) slaved to achieve the
Pinnacle of jim-crow "shoe-shine" stands in
Pillsbury's new world headquarters
Admired in his community
Proudly placed out front, then moved
To the back of a hair salon, ignoble-crushed
Under the weight of boardroom glare
jim-crow lost it's shine
Spoon
Lost
His
Leg
4-18-25
5:55am
Pensive is the mind
In the vacuum of time
When suddenly it hit us.
That four of a kind
Can look sublime
But all it does is collect dust.
You can never find
The lemon or the lime
When all at once it bit us
The razor shined
on the Mercury dime
We’re down, and all around are against us.
You’re falling behind
Begin the climb
It’s steep but don’t let it trip us
Let these words remind,
Remember this rhyme,
Let your heart and soul just lead us.
We were once blind
Til God took our crime
Never was He against us
We seek and we find
We crawl through the grime
Then redemption is there to receive us.
There once was a fellow named Jim
Who always kept himself slim and trim
But as he got older
He got big as a boulder
And sank to the bottom when he swimmed!
• "Knock knock," a familiar voice said
• I peep through the window and swing open the door
• My good friend Jim-Bob is seen standing there
• Feet glued to the floor
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