The Night They Murdered My Man Mickey Mooner Underneath The Moon
The other night they murdered
My man Mickey Mooner
Underneath a full moon.
Mickey Mooner was my man
at the time, he saw that my
clothes were neatly pressed,
and he brought lukewarm
bowls of salt and soda solution
for me to dip my fingernails.
But Mickey was murdered
and I remain a man
in search of adequate help
underneath the sun.
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