11-05-2026, 02:14 AM
Ooh, baby baby
Jimmy should be dead by now, but he's hot shit
on Instagram. Forty beers a week caught up to everyone
but him, at a memorial in Evanston, they found out
Jim can sing. You can tell it's fresh from how he keeps
his body holstered, like this cooing was a sugarcube and all
the world a horse. Offscreen sometimes it's possible
to hear a muffled spasm, Jimmy’s manager or brother
choked up, holding the camera steady, like his boy was serving
not a romance but uranium, like it's someone else's life
he's holding in his hands. Which hell, maybe it is. A standard
written years ago by men who couldn't drink from water
fountains in the streets because they skipped the verb To be,
which Jimmy knows a thing or two about—the way
he nails the staggered riffs, you know this white boy takes
himself to church. You can't even be mad. In the comments,
Jimmy’s neighbor: hey Jim, this is Steven, as you may know
this was Susan's favorite song. Used to dance to it every night
before she got too sick. Going on seven years now. God,
just send me back, I promise I'll be good this time.
Jimmy should be dead by now, but he's hot shit
on Instagram. Forty beers a week caught up to everyone
but him, at a memorial in Evanston, they found out
Jim can sing. You can tell it's fresh from how he keeps
his body holstered, like this cooing was a sugarcube and all
the world a horse. Offscreen sometimes it's possible
to hear a muffled spasm, Jimmy’s manager or brother
choked up, holding the camera steady, like his boy was serving
not a romance but uranium, like it's someone else's life
he's holding in his hands. Which hell, maybe it is. A standard
written years ago by men who couldn't drink from water
fountains in the streets because they skipped the verb To be,
which Jimmy knows a thing or two about—the way
he nails the staggered riffs, you know this white boy takes
himself to church. You can't even be mad. In the comments,
Jimmy’s neighbor: hey Jim, this is Steven, as you may know
this was Susan's favorite song. Used to dance to it every night
before she got too sick. Going on seven years now. God,
just send me back, I promise I'll be good this time.