LAST LAUGH
DOWN COME THE DRAPES
OR CURTAINS, SAME THING
MOVERS CARRYING BOXES
OUT TO THE TRUCK
IN THE TRUCK ARE MATTRESS'
AND PILLOWS TIED WITH STRING
CONTAINERS FILLED TO THE RAFTERS
WITH NOTHING BUT JUNK
GATHERED FROM THIRTY YEARS OF TOGETHERNESS
THAT NOW IS BROKE AND HIS IDEA OF A SICK JOKE
WHAT AM I SUPPOSE TO DO,
I'VE NEVER BEEN ALONE IN MY LIFE
YOU FOUND YOURSELF SOMETHING VERY MUCH YOUNGER
I JUST HOPE YOUR TAIL FATHERS DON'T BEGIN TO DROOP
SO I GOT THE MONEY, THE HOUSE,
, THE CAT AND LAST LAUGH.
BUT I SOLD THE HOUSE AND PARADISE HERE I COME.
AND ROBERTO IS WAITING YOUTH IS NOT ONLY FOR MEN!
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