Part of my psychic poem project, if this speaks to you, please contact me asap. Thanks.
Jack was a young, fun loving hitch-hiking man
A prank pulling ghost up on Ravenhill Road way out in the middle of nowhere is what he became
Cold feeling in your backseat as you drive along in the darkness?
Kindly don't scream or say a rude word
It's just ole Jack up to his same dirty tricks
Reaching out to the land of the living
The only way he still can