Throwback Thursday Poetry: A Grateful Dead Christmas

tis merry and bright
all through the night
everyone sleeps without cares
dreams of happiness
none are restless
the dwelling is a calm lair
upon arrival
in such style
make for the dancing bear
he’s down the chimney
it’s all empty
except a fat man who stares
“Not again!”, he sighs
shame in his eyes
“You can’t be me again, Jer!
People think you’re dead,”
the fat man said,
“you can’t be seen anymore.
I understand man,
I am a fan,
but too many people get scared!
Jerry Garcia,
nice to see ya’!
Now catch a ride on a Reindeer!”

Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.

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