I WALKED TO PEPPERDINE
Wanting to see the real deal : 'Last chance!
This is Now! Here it is, for Ten Days Only!'
All those real estate moguls were chomping
their cigars for pieces of the action. Carports
and garages like no one cared about any longer.
'Stay Now! No Money Down!' They forgot
to mention 'Mortgage Your Soul!' I want to
know who invented the billboard. Show me
that man : a ghost of a soul embroiled in oil and
seething with the passage of both anger and
time. He made his money, I'd imagine. He
died and moved on, and aren't we stuck
with his mess, oh aren't we stuck
with his mess.
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