An Ode to Jim

You entered the scene before I was even born
Your people surrounded you and demanded to be sworn
People never really understood the artist that possessed your soul
They thought you were nothing more than another singer of rock -n- roll
Your legend transcends your tragic death
You seem to live after your dying breath
For Jim, you were the Lizard King
And according to legend you did everything

© 1993, William R. Craft, Jr. All Rights Reserved