Mr. Newman
By birksy
Your car is waiting, Mr. Newman Are you ready for your ride? I’ve brushed the seats, and you’ll never guess what I found down the side? So, where’ll we go, Mr. Newman? Same location as before? I’ll drive around, and come back to get you at ten past four? I know your story, Mr. Newman, Should I tell the tabloid news? I’d tell them all, and keep the change from a relaxing little cruise. But, your eyes are blank, Mr. Newman, It looks like I’m too late, But never fear, I’m sure I’ll make a tidy profit from your fate. Written June 2nd, 1998 © on Sep 04 2001 08:55 AM PST, Simon Birks 0 • 10
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"Your car is waiting, Mr. Newman..."