The quartet became a trio
The trio became a duet
The duet became a solo act
The first chair was ambidextrous
His hands worked as a duo
He called them Cain and Abel
They had great reflexes
He washed them with soap and water
He played in light houses
Night clubs
Tin Pan Alley
He sang about tapped phones
With a dead pan, dry humor
And dehydrated wit
To a room full of sugar daddies and their sugar babies
His music left them befuddled but hungry for more
He ate nothing but black bean brownies for weeks
Any tiny morsel of food he could find to survive
He wore a pork pie hat
And would always say "lather rinse repeat"
To him racism was a detestable invention of mankind
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He cringed at that word
But when he got on stage at The Tree Trunk a moment of tranquility commenced
Jul 5, 2014
Jul 5, 2014 at 3:54 PM UTC
The quartet became a trio
The trio became a duet
The duet became a solo act
The first chair was ambidextrous
His hands worked as a duo
He called them Cain and Abel
They had great reflexes
He washed them with soap and water
He played in light houses
Night clubs
Tin Pan Alley
He sang about tapped phones
With a dead pan, dry humor
And dehydrated wit
To a room full of sugar daddies and their sugar babies
His music left them befuddled but hungry for more
He ate nothing but black bean brownies for weeks
Any tiny morsel of food he could find to survive
He wore a pork pie hat
And would always say "lather rinse repeat"
To him racism was a detestable invention of mankind
*********
He cringed at that word
But when he got on stage at The Tree Trunk a moment of tranquility commenced
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