I answered the door with a frown on my face,
I couldn't be bothered, too busy in the rat race.
But answer it I did, and what did I find?
But a filthy old man, hands dirty, holding a sign.
'Can I do some work for you, ' he asked politely.
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I saw a werewolf, sitting at a table in New Orleans
Perusing the menu, waiting on the wild queens
Eyeliner of azure coated his lids, mascara too thick
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