Tuesday, October 2, 2012

“Ode to Jack-He Who Got Old on Us”

Now the honey wagon
Involves a steak sandwich,
The golf club strikes only plastic,
Wood, grass, and gravel.
Oh Solo Mio, janzten Jake!

Leave it on the stage,
Bottle-up your rage,
Demand the higher wage,
Serve the salmon to the page,
You remain Matt Damon’s Mage.

You never rode a hybrid,
Always flew first-class.
Avoided starring across
Honey Boo Boo & Benji,
Much to their Mother’s morass.

I think ‘The Shining’ stamped
You with an imprint of
Lost horizons serendipity
Explainable only by Charlie Sheen’s
Naked Torpedo of Truth.

Will you be a Lynchpin,
Before Theda Bara beckons
You join her in the tinsel Valhalla?
You certainly enjoyed the Peak's
Girl company after the goldrush.
Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap.

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