TOO BAD FOR THAT
I'm not sure I was the start of this
rumor, but I hate everything - just
like they say I do. Too bad for that.
The mirror in the casement window
will get me anyway. 'American Stars
and bars' keeps playing, even when
I no longer listen. A fat, black guy
just came walking in - out from a
little red car he hardly fit in but
apparently managed to drive and
steer too. The only bulge in his
pants, like they say at the bank,
is his wallet. I love the way girls
talk, even while they're working.
Too bad for that.
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