Jumping For The Telephone Line Poem by Chris Kril

Jumping for the telephone line
Momma says my babies gone
Went to the bar with some other guy
Would not be surprised if she ends up on his bed side

Cool, was the name given to me, back when I was hip
There was not any girl that wouldn't give me some kind of lip
I was the king, they were my people
Now I'm the Jester, cleaning the steeple.

Alone is the adjective that now describes me
My mama screams my daddy tries to hide me
I had a reputation my whole life, but just like that, I'm high like a kite.

Yo man, come on, we need your funny jokes
Hey dude, I need you, lets have a smoke
Remember that guy, they would say
What about, who cares any way