Check Check, check “Go ahead sir” He said, My head in a stir On another day, I’d be dead. Click Click, click Out the gate. Two hours I wait, So late. Stood up by white light. Taxi? Hope to catch my date. Zip Zip, Zip Zipper’s unzipped Red turban ripped, Now, Ill put it away, If she’ll want me to stay. … I feel stripped. Mm Murmur, Conversations fervor, A Yale grad, Thought of myself quite a lad, Turns out my origins sad! She called out “Waiter, Order me a cab!” I thought a girl I had, But that’s too bad. I just reached into my Prada, Steak still on the Tawla, For my turban, And my book.
