In the Green Room
nothing illegal
(allegedly)
ever happens,
that musicians
smoke dope
along with DJs
high is all good
for Mr. Hopgood,
even though he says,
"we lit..."
Green is not the color
of the walls,
really, I couldn't tell
you why,
even if my boss
knows the reason,
everyone knows
it's off-limits,
no one but guests
of the establishment
may enter...
Remember when
back in the day,
when we worked,
on a good night,
the money poured
down like manna
in the desert,
oh the crowds, the women,
dressed up to party,
to twerk, shake and swivel,
maybe we weren't rich,
never saw ends meet,
couldn't afford to pay
rent, let alone
a new pair of Nike Air,
but we had fun,
yes, we had fun...
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