Seventy Again for 33
Big white man
bragging again
how many American
midwest natives
I beat in five card red
hot poker
no wild cards except
a captain or two with a diamond
how I stomped every Zulu over
the big salty water
who sent the innocent minstrels
over to sing the blues about
the filthy rich beggars trickling
into Washington
older stories, please
Big white guy, new release of
home alone
879,211 banging on air drums
fingers flying over the invisible
guitar that(freed) got down
the pipeline to the hungry
kids with string fries in one
hand and the other hand
on that control again
I'm going home, and bro it
might be a helluva long time
from now..this one without
an elephant to ride or a
donkey in its mule gruel again
with visions of a heavy horse
Quiet please, while we gouge
the national anthem again, as
I hear mr nugent do his
new magic dance
aim that axe at me
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