You don’t know Jack,
unless you drank him,
Many of people did and yet,
Hundreds of bottles of Jack Daniels may be going down the toilet.
Some of the bottles are a hundred year old whiskey,
That due from some sort of technicality,
Are going to be destroyed.
It seems the feds know that the spirit was not taxed,
- thus illegally sold.
Have they no heart?
Have they no conscience?
This is granny setting her moonshine still for Jed,
This is un-American,
-to let Jack Daniels be poured out,
Because of human error.
Paris has the Mona Lisa,
Greece the Acropolis,
Rome has its coliseum,
Egypt has its pyramids,
Australia has its Great Barrier Reef and the Outback.
Tennessee has its Jack.
Hell, we’ll shout,
“No justice, no peace” that’s not joke.
Think of all the microbes that’ll be drunk,
They will not have a happy hour like this again,
The feds should pour the Jack with coke.
(11-16-2007)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem