send him wishes, sometimes darts,
he may upset applecarts
up to snuff in his cognition
quick to beat the competition
keeping though a civil tongue
once he sees the bastards hung.
Friends like Jerry come in stages
ask a poet as he ages
whether he’d accept a freak,
he will help the frail, the meek
but he has no time for losers,
druggies, poofters, thieves and boozers.
I am proud to call him Mate
sent the combo for my gate.
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