Always looking for your wrinkled pullet
the unruly rooster, kneading choke-sing
O where are your little blue pills
O aphrodisiacal chills
near-empty cookie jar needed coaxing
to load and shoot one last magic bullet
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O pull it pull it pull it, Tutar cried
then came the crash of anxiety eyes
free, freefallin into their own zootprints
O glory day dreams of RICO
nerve endings gone all el greeko
Tower 7 coming down, down, footprints
Rudy, you could win the Pullitzer prize --
then he heard, "I'm not underage," she'd lied
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