I'm heartily sick of the kangaroo courts
fat paste up Dolly's and bad Micky Finns
Lightning wanders the streets of NY
tomato soup with stale crackers again
Monotony's broken with unnbridled passion
for the gutter-wench living downstairs
In the clippings, she looks like the perfect Madonna
graceful, stylish, long, honey blond hair
Life is the trudgework of endless tomorrows
all work and no play make jack a dull boy
I'll drop down and see her, remove all her sorrows
polish and keep her, a well tended toy
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