Requiem for a Lightweight
Well, well, Dr. Jekyll and Dr. Jekyll,
what are you doing at the prom?
All shifts report to operating room.
A glass stomach, all of it heart.
I still say we should use a horseshoe,
you won’t even have to touch him.
This is just a practice fight,
will you take a check?
We decided to have a victory drink now,
the result of being spineless.
Ether is subtle, put it in his face.
For God’s sake, packing is for leaving.
You’re okay, you’re okay, you’re okay.
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