Read Poetry: The Tale of Jimmy Neverbee, by Michael Medlen

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 Of the all the kids there had to be,
All but one, not two nor three,
A young tike gone by Jimmy Neverbee.
“For no one can give birth to me,
I create my own destiny,” said he.

And young Jimmy of age three,
Upon after receiving a whipping,
Hissed at his mother ever so sweetly,
“Dear mom, dare not strike upon thee
I am his own, Jimmy Neverbee,
For no one can discipline me,
I create my own destiny.”

And by the time of his teens,
Jimmy went uncontrollably,
Through school without creed,
To get grades, no better than a D.
“For no one can learn me,
I create my own destiny,” said he.

Now one day he, ol’ poor Jimmy,
Ran into the likes of a mean bully,
Named Bobby McGee.
Who happened to be,
In Jimmy’s tree.
Not two nor three,
But one finger so mean,
To…

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