By: ibn Herbert

Let’s unveil the mystery
Of Leonard Cohen
At the Chelsea Hotel
She sang Me and My Bobby McGee
And from what I hear
She sang it well
Though he wasn't pretty at all
She answered her carnal call

So there on an unmade bed
Lay Leonard
While receiving head
In the throws
Of complete ecstasy
Oblivious
To all else but she
Lost inside of their debauchery

She preferred the handsome type
But she didn’t complain
Didn’t, gripe
About the way Leonard looked
Non-traditional
Once she got hooked
On the feeling making love made
He was one of an endless parade

And on the street down below
Their limousines idled
He told us so
While they did the tango
In each other’s arms
And became susceptible
To one another’s charms
Their passion burned four alarms




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