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Friday, March 24, 2006

 

Jimmy's New Self

Jimmy imagines drinking champagne
With beautiful women who listen with care
To words and ideas that flow from his brain,
Out of his mouth and float through the air.

"You're such a blank," they say and they stare.
And the blank in that line doesn't mean 'blank'.
They fill it with words meaning 'something up here',
Meaning he's brainey and not just a plank.

In real life he never meets women like those.
They really mean 'blank' or 'blanker' or worse.
They criticise him in elegant prose,
Or just with a shake of the head and a curse.

That's what he gets for being so nice.
Well that's in the past -- his old self is dead.
From now the new Jimmy is colder than ice.
Contempt and disdain will exude from his head.

He goes to a party. Before the first song,
He gets to meet Petra. She's drinking a gin.
He says he'll forget her name before long.
"And I'm sure I'll forget your face before then."

"I dislike almost all people who talk.
"Saying one word is one more than they need.
"They open their mouths and forget how to walk.
"I'm stuck with them till they forget how to breathe.

"And this world that I know is so full of holes.
"And the people I know are mostly tools.
"The others are closely related to moles.
"They eat from the earth because they're all fools.

"I say what I like. I'll say you look fine.
"Or I'll say that I like someone that I know.
"I lie all the time. It's a hobby of mine.
"I lie 'round the clock everywhere that I go.

"I'll lie till I die many decades from now.
"I'll lie to Death when my time comes.
"I'll tell him my soul has moved in with a cow.
"And send him away to the tramps and the bums.

"And when I'm gone my friends will rejoice.
"They'll drink and dance long into the night.
"They'll say I was mad and not very nice,
"And often plain bad, and for once they'll be right."

She nods and takes a sip of her drink.
"Your fly's undone," she says in his ear.
Jimmy doesn't need much time to think.
His plan is to get the hell out of here.

He leaves and drives for many miles.
His new unkind self has just met its end.
Petra thinks of their meeting and smiles.
"He was quite nice," she says to her friend.






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