Jim lad this Jim lad that

They call me Jim

But not my mum

I’m not so bad 

Though something burns

Taedium vitae 

Yes of course 

Running dishes 

Breaking pots 

Makes me wish 

Away my angers 

And my lonely 

Self absorption 

Jim lad this Jim lad that 

Look at the button 

On your apron 

Look at the wisdom 

In your feet 

Are you coming 

Back next Sunday 

Borne of Lucy 

Bring her too 

Walk the railway

Why don’t you 

Parallel forces ding n dang

Vicious circus 

Rings you blindly

As a camel 

High wire treading 

Through the deserts 

Of my diligence 

And the virtue 

In my hands

O my childhood 

And her innocence 

Fathoms deep

Lies under sand 

There unconscious 

Seems a purpose 

But my lark don’t understand 

But my lark mate 

Hot foot high 

At heavens gate 

Icarus descending 

Ten times tiny 

Ball of feathers 

Begging like Jude 

Calms me down 

Jim lad this Jim lad that

Like a pirate 

Yes of course 

Running dishes 

No remorse 

Breaking pots 

With long john silver 

Matey wishes 

Away the anger

Like an anchor

And my lonely 

Self absorption 

Ready or not for 

These adventures 

Revolting smell that 

Burning feathers. 

5/09/19