A PLACE OF PARADES
AND PICNICS
And, yes, no that's a joke. The tar-man
has left his macadam at the door; the
little kids are smirking for more. The
AFD Parade contingent boogies through
the death-steps of the passing town.
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People don't quit. Just go on for more
shit : let me drink at the Main Tavern
again, as the Elks and the hoodlums
parade all their 'men.' A few girls are
checking for ticks at a dollar a throw.
'Show me your tits?' or how does that
go? The New Orleans beads are flying.
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It seems this never ends, all this trying.
No one makes amends, but you can't
even see the place anymore, and they
want to celebrate with a roar as here
comes, strolling by, Mayor Canker
Sore and all his midget friends.
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Let's end it. What then.
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