Reunions: #3 Bobby Dupree

Reunions #3: Bobby Dupree

Will we see Bobby Dee, our high school class president*?
Who ended up a resident in a white collar prison, three
Years for bending the rules, with Muttonhead, to violate the SEC
Bobby, tall, blond and handsome, used to address the school assembly each week
With fancy words, no one understood his speak
From a box of vocabulary cards
Back before his life was left in shards
He'd ended up a teach in some school beyond reach
But Muttonhead became quite fame
On TV and Wall Street every one knew his name
A fat bald fuck looked like a castrated gay Hitchcock
But he was not what he seemed on clock
He made millions and retired
Young, but his brain felt tired
He figured out an illegal game
Got Bobby to finagle using his name
(Never the sharpest pencil in the pack)
Muttonhead climbed on Bobby's back
They both rode for a while high
Until the SEC said "you two fry"
All ill-gotten gains were taken back
And both went to prison to redact
Now released, Muttonhead is living neat
On his mountain top retreat
Still holds millions under a cloudless sky
Expecting to take them when he dies
Bobby you can see at the Grand Central Station between trains
It kind'a numbs your brain
He's shining shoes for a few bucks a foot
Lost his license to teach and its getting hard to reach
Out and snap that old shoe shine rag
He's a broken down old timer, very sad
Especially for his wife Dora who turns Saturday night tricks
To make the house rent on dick licks
She's a little too old to be real cool
When she blows guys on street corners she drools
But I remember Bobby as the sweetest nicest guy
A vision I'll remember with a sigh
"Dora please stop drooling on my shoes,
Everybody's got to pay their dues"

*at our high school reunion