NOW'S THE NARROW MARGIN
Can you keep me a keepsake and send me a dime?
Little things mean a lot, and I'm not trawling for
favors any longer. Them that won't talk is them
that won't gawk : So I keep quiet ever after the
fall. Reading books won't solve any of the world's
problems, or, as they say in the ghetto now :
'What'chu readin' dat fo, man? Dat's so unhip.'
Then I tell him I just dumped a bottle of ink
on his Mama and she called out his name but
she'll never live it down.
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Another opening, another show!....Two more
weeks man, for the Auto Show! Or ain't you
gonna' go? It's 55 bucks this year, just to get in.
That's so unhip; it's like paying for sin.
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