The Psychedelic High Priest of Rock, Jimi Hendrix
Sep 17
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Black with a hint of crimson
Dimple southpaw.
Came along to a drunk Ma and
Pops told him not to feel.
Here’s a shot of whiskey, son
Hobo around and get caught.
Uncle Sam or jail time
James Marshall, but you just kept on.
With sweet Betty Jean
Make her moan and groan.
In orgasmic wail
Trade her up for another gal.
Flip her upside down and around
Coax fires up to the heavens.
Psychedelic high priest.
Kiss the Sky at Monterrey
Voodoo Magic in upstate New York.
Izabella begging not to leave her
Leave us.
Purple Haze into the 27 Club
Immortality.
Your son fought and got your dough from Pops
See you and Betty Jean along the Watchtower
Bat.
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