Old Boomer

Old Boomer's been a rock and roll kind of Mr Clean;

A soft-bodied doll squashed in faded blue jeans;

A smiley t-shirt with a bullet through its head;

Pony tailed standing on a stairway, up where a zeppelin had lead;

In for a party and bragging about a naughty;

His hunger for an unsatisfied youth, typically contorting.

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