So Long Jimmy

So Long Jimmy
It seems to me Jimmy was lost,
from the point of contact with Indian death scattered,
on a desert highway bleeding.
His Soul then belonged to the infamous Lizard King,
he was no longer Jimmy.
Packed in wandering liquor dazes drafted by lights,
avoiding human contact when possible by relying on wayward visions.
He broke on through to the other side at death...
Fly Jimmy Fly,
the world was yours
but you blinked and lost it's essence...
Too bad my friend,
we miss-ed

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