STINKIN’ BOPPER’S BALLAD
I was walking down the street
saw a bopper in the crowd
who was trying to be discreet
by bopping not out loud,
but sneaking in at three
just before the market closes
like a bum having a pee
in someone's finest roses.
And he stank of fiat this bopper did
and the lies he ate for dinner
and all of this he wanted hid
as if he were a sinner,
selling GOLD and country down the river
with a smirk on his kisser,
pounding GOLD like a piece of liver
a real scumbag of a mister.
Until GOLD rose up and bopped him
bopped him with the TRUTH---
It was the only real money
from New York to Duluth!!!
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