WET PAINT
Author: kenny howard

Chapter 77
CASABLANCA

I WAS CHILLING OUT IN RICK'S CAFE
ENJOYING THE PIANO MAN
WHEN IN BURST TEN THOUSAND NAZI'S
SPINNING LUGA'S IN THEIR HANDS
WERE LOOKING TO BURN JEWS THEY SCREAMED
LOOKING STRAIGHT AT ME
THANK GOD I HAD MY WITS ABOUT
I SHOUTED "DRINKS ARE FREE"

I RAN AND HID IN RICK'S PISS HOLE
YOU COULDN'T CALL IT A REST ROOM
I SHIVERED AS THEIR GUNS WENT OFF
BOOM BOOM BOOM

IN THE PISS HOLE I CHANCED TO MEET
AN OLD LOST FLAME OF MINE
I FELT SUCH A SILLY SOD
"OF ALL THE PISS HOLES OF ALL THE WORLD"
I SAID AS SHE FLUSHED THE BOG

I MANAGED TO CATCH THE LAST PLANE OUT
WEARING A RAIN COAT AND A HAT
I GOT TO FRANCE JOINED THE RESISTANCE
AND THAT'S THE END OF THAT

I NEVER WENT BACK..

 

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