Big Man Blues

 

No one loved him when he was a boy

Discipline received instead of toys

     Pleas for affection unrequited

     A greedy lad emotionally benighted

America's Little Lord Fauntleroy.

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In his prime, determined to annoy,

Acting tough for the hoi polloi

Alone at night he wondered why

No one loved him.

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Now, in his dotage, hungry to destroy,

Shameless stooges eager to deploy,

     He struts and stomps uninvited

     And pleads in a voice overexcited:

Dammit love me.