IN THE CITY CENTER
I'm outside the hat shop, watching some
queer wearing his blue derby. I wonder
what's with that. I'm in the city center,
where the young girls used to pine for
me, until I grew so ugly and old : a
battering ram hamster of yellow and
gold. Yet, they're still young, and I'd
still have them, show them a thing or
two. How to ride a mount, a trusty
steed. Where to plant their flowers,
how to plant the seed.
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There's no sense in me pretending,
my fine and lovely lass. If I'm
still here in seven years
I'll kiss you on the ass.
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