by buckboyy

Created on: May 31, 2008

Jimmy Jingle

Jimmy was a copywriter,
juxtaposing wit with rhyme,
composing commercials with jingles,
he was the genius of his time.

Writing scores of lyrics and songs
living luxurious and single,
ravenous ladies would often say,
"That's my sweet Jimmy Jingle!"

Jimmy found fame and fortune,
jingling with force and fun,
finding the world in his pocket,
wishing his jingling was done.

Jimmy became dark and dreary,
gambling and drinking till it hurt,
drowning in women and drugs daily,
drooling at anything in a skirt.

Ranting and raving about money,
he wasn't rational yet,
Jimmy lost most of his riches,
riding bet after bet after bet.

Sweet Jimmy had to jingle again,
jotting things really absurd,
jabbing and jeering at his paper,
he couldn't jot a good word.

No ladies wept for poor Jimmy,
for he died a wicked death.
Since he couldn't write well,
he jingled on crystal-meth.

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