"All The Faded Jorts in Queens"

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Though my equity is sterling

I confess to you my darling

Whoa! Upon use is a morning

That may cause a bit o' quarreling .

Empty echos, now, the cheers

All the money's in arrears

And this sad lot of careers

Only nips us in thy rears .

For we cannot sell this nine

Sound, the steady beat of time

Drums and beards trimmed thin in line

"Savage recompense, is thine!"

But all the faded jorts in Queens

Couldn't halt the Ponzi Schemes

And from the 7 Train they scream

"Who Wilpo(w)ns our cursed team?!"