SOAKED in whisky and whatever.
SOPPY to his very soul.
Lies in TORRENTS from his youth.
Others for him always COVERED.
Racing to harness the west Texas winds?
Improbable political spin?
Can he and his cohorts be believed?
Kooky fantasy or will it be achieved?
If only they had believed?
So many now would not be bereaved?
Their leader had gladly deceived?
Such deceptions he had weaved?
Every Saturday night
Almost always the same sight.
Sure as the sun went down.
Thirsty Jimmy Don Clyde made it into our little town.
Was there a murder plot?
Inhabitants in Sherman had not forgot!
Language in the will was clear.
Swift would be final payment to Nat Jones in his 30th year.
All feared ITS approach!
Mum as IT did slowly encroach.
Back from ITS anticipated path.
Understandably avoiding ITS perceived wrath.
Speeding to the airport for a flight,
Horrified upon arrival - prices tripled AGAIN just overnight!
Almost everything now has a fee,
Forget about anything being free?