Stan & Jack

Stan & Jack

© 2019 Jeff Jackson

Growing up in a tiny ‘ville

Playing up on Grandma’s hill

Dreaming up a million games, ‘cause I can’t sit still

Mom took me to the grocery store

Cruising down the fresh-waxed floors

Done looking at a cereal box ‘cause I’m so dang bored

But by the check out

Oh get the heck out

A certain something

catches my eye

Four-colored drawings

Boredom withdrawing

I’m drawn like moths fly to the light

Slack-jawed at the spinner rack

Surfing space and

ain’t coming back

Lost in the worlds made by...

I’m a monster, I’m a maniac

I’m the fifth in a four-hero pack

Lost in the worlds made by...

Stan & Jack

Dressed up in a jogging suit

Bandana and some cowboy boots

My mama said she thought I looked cute

Little boys are rather odd

When they’re flying

‘round like demi-gods

Or when they’re leaders of a

pro-mutant squad

They taught me how to live

How to love and how to give

When all the world is after you

In every weakness

There is uniqueness

And that’s what makes us

heroes too

Slack-jawed at the spinner rack

Swing through cities and

Ain’t coming back

Lost in the worlds made by...

I’m a shield, I’m a shark attack

Save the world in 8 seconds flat

Lost in the worlds made by...

Stan & Jack