Wednesday, September 21, 2005

 
The Fifth Avenue Apartment

First, get me Old-Country cook.
I'm sick of eating crap
when I'm here.

Then...?
No no no! Not a new broad! Call
the senator tell him send

the old one. She got fuckin
tricks even I ain't seen already,
you can bet your ass!

Like what? Mind your business!
Like Radio. She sits on your lap
and your antenna goes up. Assholes!

And yellow roses every day--try t'get
one fuckin thing right. The wife too.

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