Bobby Jameson

A written history of Bobby Jameson and his search through the past. Working my way back through the jungle of drug addiction and booze. My family life as a kid was the breeding ground for addicts. No self worth, no help, and one chance to get out alive. Music was the horse I rode out on...and the music business was the horse I rode into hell. Pronounced dead twice from drug over doses, I lived to tell how the pursuit of fame is as deadly as any narcotic I have ever used.

Monday, August 24, 2009

(part 198) GOD'S BEAUTICIAN

I AM GOD'S
BEAUTICIAN
I DO HIS
HAIR
SOMEDAYS
GOD IS A SHE
AND I DO
HER HAIR

I SEE THAT
PRECISE LOGIC
IS YOUR
GAME
AND I AM WILLING
TO PLAY
BECAUSE I AM
NOT SO PRECISE

IT MAKES
YOU MAD
THAT I DO
GOD'S HAIR
I DO
NAILS TOO
MOSTLY GOD
IGNORES ME

BUT YOU CAN'T
IGNORE ME
BECAUSE YOU
ARE NOT GOD
I AM NOT
GOD EITHER
THAT'S WHY
IT'S OK TO BE ME

IF I WERE
GOD
THEN SOMEBODY
LIKE ME
WOULD HAVE
TO DO
MY NAILS
AND HAIR

Bobby Jameson Aug 24, 2009

3 comments:

Tim McMullenAugust 24, 2009 at 11:27 PM
One of those inspired and quirky metaphors: "God's beautician."

Again, I am afraid the negative nags, the "anonymi," will not recognize themselves.
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whiterayAugust 25, 2009 at 1:10 PM
An amazing thought, Bobby, and well executed . . .
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AnonymousAugust 26, 2009 at 8:55 PM
Now that's funny.
Terri
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Monday, August 24, 2009

(part 198) GOD'S BEAUTICIAN

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