Tony Cokayne lived up to his name.
(It ran in the family
He wasn’t to blame.)
Where there was demand, he’d supply
Except for wise ass kids
Wanting to get high
On any shit they could buy.
Tony Cokayne felt no shame.
He wasn’t one to hide
(Only, maybe, from time to time
When the cops came snooping by.)
He’d trot the lane
With a natural swing
Always cool and classy
With none of that bling-bling.
Tony Cokayne loved his neighborhood reign
Up until the day
He met Elaine.
(to be continued)
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