Tennessee Fried Poetry

A comprehensive tour of the mind of a burnt out feller living in Tennessee as seen through his poetry.

Sunday, November 20, 2005

Happy Birthday Lil' Jimmy

Oh happy birthday, lil' Jimmy,
But don't beg or say, "Gimme, I want some more."
Your papa's an invalid,
Ain't gonna give you much,
And someday, you will become redundant, too.

Take this fiddle, lil' Jimmy
And play me a sad song,
One I don't even know.
Then, proceed to hold it sideways. Yeah. Like that,
And shove it tightly up your tight, puckered ass.
See what I mean, you bastard?

Happy Birthday, you lil' bastard.
Go to hell, for you've made my life a living one,
And I'll laugh, smash that toy I fell upon.
Burn in hell, lil' Jimmy. Bye-bye!

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