(04 October 1943 / Germany)

A Day In The Life Of A New Yorker

There once was a fellow named Strong
he grew tentacles fifteen feet long.
when they put him in jail
he said, let me post bail
and he sold his own soul for a song.

After forty-five action-filled years,
the grand jury, the folks known as peers,
kicked him out in the street
as an obsolete treat
all he heard were their ear-piercing cheers.

So he went to the big Harlem Mission
got admitted and watched televison,
Fell asleep and was raped
but he later escaped
it was rather a hasty decision.

Joined the Salvos and preached to the folks
was accosted for one pack of smokes.
So he left and became
through some cutting a dame
Now he tells as a hooker clean jokes.

Then he had some spare hours to kill,
so he went to a pub, had his fill.
Well his gift of the gab
put the lad on a slab
and they never discovered his will.

So you see, when a bloke feels superior
he may be, really, (quite likely) inferior.
it all hinges on brains
and on cognitive trains
which are hidden inside the interior.

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