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![]() Ode to the Modern 21st Century BarIt’s Friday night, the tension is showing My adrenalin is starting to rise Must re-educate myself to the female species Need something appealing to my eyes I parked my Corvette on First and Third Suffering from a wild case of the Friskies The bouncer grabbed me at the front door “Slow down son, it’s no longer the Sixties” All the hopefuls were finger printed Regardless of their various ages Names were computerized and thoroughly scanned For F.B.I.’s “Most Wanted” pages I passed the metal detector and polygraph test Was I part of a complex conspiracy? A doctor walked in and pulled out his pen “Son, I have to take a complete medical history” My blood pressure was high, my face began to twitch I wasn’t the greatest medical example To enter this establishment, one can’t scratch or twitch The nurse stuck me for a stat blood sample The doctor firmly announced I wasn’t welcomed here The came the loud pitch of the New York City Police siren “Re-apply again, son, in a couple of years” “Come get re-tested when you raise the level of your iron” Send this Whackocard to your friends! |