Breaking My Don't Call a Jam Resolution

Breaking My Don't Call a Jam Resolution

1. Grazie, Stan Rogers.

Crazy weekend!
I kind of let up
on my don't call a jam resolution.

OK, I got the bends
from trying to raise the Mary Ellen Carter
from below on my crazy weekend.

Kind of like when someone friends
you and then gets too close by poking.
So why didn't I stick to my don't call a jam resolution?

I would need the constitution
of a naked ape
to endure such a weekend

and not be saddened--
a really big fuckup
who can never keep to their resolutions.

So, I'll succumb to dumb confusion.
Nothing adds up.
I had a crazy weekend
'cause I didn't stick to my don't call a jam resolution.

2. Grazie, Steve Earle,

So, I actually called two jams.
How bad were they?
I guess I'm just the Belle of Bedlam!

You love me at a glance,
when I get down on my knees and pray,
and call two jams.

I'm the flim-flam
man, you dare say,
but I'd rather be the Belle of Bedlam

who doesn't want any Sam
with Dick so Hairy
to play in my precious jams.

I'll start with My name
is John Lee Pettimore--
aka the Belle of Bedlam.

You look over the transom,
and what do your think you see?
You see your lover man Johnnie playing in a jam.
But where's the Belle of Bedlam?

3. Grazie, Robert Frost.

Then the Belle of Bedlam themselves
crashed another jam.
Well, it's not elves,

exactly, just the Great I AM
playing in the jam
with the Belle of Bedlam themselves.

Some god-damn
drag-ham
putting their elves

in play! Just a glam
cover band,
now fronted by the Belle of Bedlam themselves.

Well, there's the Belle on drums,
while the other Belle flashes their gams
(talk about elves!).

Though people we know well from Adam
are being deported to the African
continent, it's elves
or else! It's the Belle of Bedlam themselves!

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