All That Jazz!

Poem By Roger Bewman

Bro is the name
and fire is the game
earth is the time
drinkin juice and lime

Nurturing fussy logic
making sounds prologic
mixing dubbing pounds
pasturma hip mounts

Raping in the corners
systematic Warner's?
Atomic is to blame
Enola Gay is fame
What's the matter?
Antimatter?
or excruciating flutter?

Magnetic overload
is our assumed road
farewell and coocaraga Mr.Bond

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