Soliloquy II

Day dawned not nice in me pockets
And I have feelings for Wura
But dame flaunts her anklets
Alongside her friend, Aurora.

Folks fuel me after the señora
So I dress nice to rich banquets
My modern Sodom and Gomorrah
From which I return in caskets.

Friends assure my skills are enough
To attract any dame I want
So I’m cool, never’ll be rough
But gents, where’s the gold to flaunt?

Well, I’ve taken a seat afar
Away from the eye of dances
Tears in silence, smothering cigar
Either that or bleed through the lances.

– Lord eBay

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