Saturday, September 25, 2004

3 p's [part I]

oil traders in three-piece suits
go with brogue instead
anymore problems "y'maaht hiev wid dat dahlin'?"
...for once, leave that stetson ...huneh!
...for weance, leave that stetson and boots b'haan
thro dat art deco + art nouveau out da window!
"nukila winner" wud sho be a keilla...

we are commanding officers of the Px A
we're lord mayors of these great cities
patriach of the klan
old man of the west...
you factotum lowly vassal!
whateva chief you call 'em
grand seignior, maharaja
maha father, mikado, pharaoh
u do all, we masters now and y'awl crawl when we ball
..play ball!

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