Monday, March 30, 2009

The Honorable Producer 12/?/93

The honorable producer
Lived above the shoe store
Glad handing old clients as they
Tried on new dogs
He barked for the old women
Acted gruff for the army men
He said, "That's enough."
They said, "Let's do it again!"

He was born in Hackensack
The son of two taxi hacks
They'd leave him in the bar
While the meter would run
He'd sit on the stool in his Keds
And his corduroys
A pinky ring on a stinky pig who
says, "Kid you better get on the bus

His mother would steal butter
From restaurants and coffee shops
He fights the urge to do the same
When he's on a business lunch
Looking at the little packets
Thinking of his mother's stack

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