The Grateful Dead Poets Society

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I love the Dead Poets

And relish their Company

I hope when I'm finished

That they might rhyme with me

In an inn where The Dead plays

On weekends and holidays

I love the Dead Poets

And I hope they'll allow me

Into their Society

When my spirit's set free

Grateful eternally

Jim Lonsdale Poetry 2025

Reviews

[Michael Sun Bear]

What an interesting wish for your life to come. I myself dislike the music of the Dead so I won’t drop in. I never envisioned experiencing weekends and holidays in the afterlife. I hope I won’t be expected to hold down a job Monday through Friday! Perhaps the next realm will have a Left Bank where I can sit and drink absinthe and share witticisms with those writers and artists of that famous generation in Paris.

[Desert Knave]

Thanks. I just hope the next realm has no cover charges ... as I've paid my dues here. ~Jim

[Michael Sun Bear]

I don’t think we were told of those steep charges or we never would have agreed to come here!