where
everyone drops names
as we stand around in
coats and ties
and black shoes, shooting
the breeze.
but i have no names
to drop.
i don't know anyone famous,
near famous,
no politicians, or actors,
no one in the music
industry
or a big shot on wall street.
not a single soul
on tv do i know.
so i blurt out, hey did you
hear about my
friend
Carmine?
Carmine?
who's
Carmine they all say at once.
oh,
he's my butcher over at
the Springfield Butcher Shoppe,
he went up to new york
and brough back
a large shipment of pastrami
from
Katz's deli.
no one cares.
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