“ Drunken Jim And The Little Thing”


Poor old Jimmy was drunk again
Nothing left in his alcohol brain
Every night the same old story
The booze is shrinking all his worries

Poor old Jimmy fell in bed
He heard the voice once again
“Jimmy, Jimmy time has come grab the knife
and lets have fun”

And who the hell are you
Talking to me every night
The booze just makes me feel, so fine

“Makes you wonder if I’m real
Grab the knife or I will….”

I can’t stand you anymore
What to do to be alone?

“You can make me go away…
Just put the knife inside your brain…”

Poor old Jimmy was so drunk
But felt the knife in his back.
8/4/03
Sakellis V.Manoc