COOL CAT
I wear my hat cocked to the side.
I walk with a special stride.
At night i prowl the streets,
Looking for some treats.
I'm cool and layed back.
I like to ride the fillies on the track.
I put on fancy duds and shades,
Then i stroll down to Palisades.
I pick out a fine young thing.
At my place we swing.
Jazz,cigs, booze and weed,
Before i mount the steed.
As sweet as a honey bun.
We don't stop til we see the sun.
I say good day,
And she's on her way.
Not looking for a wife ,
Too much stress,too much strife.
I'm gonna stay cool
for the rest of my life.
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(This is not the real me,lol.)