All That Jazz! Poem by Roger Bewman
All That Jazz!
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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