Mike Kosman

Rookie (12/2/49 / Chicago)

All Jacked Up - Poem by Mike Kosman

Me and my baby
Up in the sack
Eating sardines
And shooting Yukon Jack
She's wearing her nylons
And high heel shoes
We're cranking the music
Losing the blues
Getting all jacked up

Ol Yukon Jack
Got me under his spell
I'm struttin around
Feeling macho as hell
My baby is clapping
She says I'm the best
Got on my cowboy hat
And my fur lined vest
Getting all jacked up

We're movin and grovin
Cross the bedroom floor
Music is so loud
Blowed the cat out the door
The neighbors are calling
It's a quarter to four
We give it a high five
And shoot a couple more
Getting all jacked up

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Comments about All Jacked Up by Mike Kosman

  • Veteran Poet - 1,977 Points Bernard Snyder (11/21/2014 12:38:00 PM)

    Well, at least I hope the cat came back. Nice poem. Great humor! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, February 26, 2007

Poem Edited: Sunday, January 23, 2011


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