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Lounge Singer Standard
poem

Lounge Singer Standard

Big baller, shot caller, Oh!
That’s me, my dear friend.
I’ve roped the dope
Won’t drop the soap
Yeah, I’m true to the end.
And at the end of the day
With my kitty I’ll play.
‘Cause this one is satisfied
And this one is terrified
Everybody’s mortified
The fucking fish are fried
Everyone’s on my side
Yeah, I don’t need to defend,
There’s no more emails to send.