In Brooklyn

So here, in Brooklyn, I am wondering

why am I one of the only people in the world,
it seems, who is not really into The Michael Jackson.

I've just spent a normal morning with my friend
who is a killing tenor sax player, recognized world
round, and he cannot explain to me why he is into
the Michael and why I am not.

All I know is that Michael is not booty boffing music.

And I like the booty boffing in my music.

Also: I can't stand friendly dogs.

Give me a wolf or give me nothin'.

And now to walk around in the New York.

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