Jackson Classic

Feast your eyes on 100% pure, UNCUT, unadulterated Jackson MD Classic. My diagnosis of our existence is life is an ongoing sideshow of intrigue and nonsense. The aim is to become a scholar of the weird and a reference for the interesting.

There once was a van from Old Gin
With windows so dark, none saw in
It passed out it’s candy
To kids who it fancied
Then stole them away like the wind

There once was a fellow named Chris
A palate so unique none would miss
From church to church
He’d walk on the Earth
And eat all the meat from the bris

There once was a man birthed from a fire
Who sought to be Satan’s new squire
He murdered unknowns
‘Til he came back home
And burned all the churches required

Once lived a tailor so swell,
Threw ladies he caught in a well,
They lotioned the skin,
Or got hosed again,
And he went by the moniker Bill.