Commodity Clones
What do you get for the Man,
That's parlayed a yacht or two?
He's flashing the perfect tan,
Wearing diamond studded shoes!
The women he dates are fakes,
But, still have some style and grace.
They'll do whatever it takes,
Like pancake or peel their face!
Got a mansion in the West,
And a mansion in the East.
Dining only on the best,
On the rest he plans to feast!
Well, you know he loves to boast,
Those new "Tatts" on his body.
But, which one he loves the most,
His Porsche or Maserati?
At the gym he does the plank,
At Casinos loves to bet.
If he ever breaks the bank,
He'll just buy another jet!
Doodled oodles of Poodles,
But, he's tired and he's bored!
Might think our noodle's doodled,
Here's a doodle not explored!
Commodity Clones, DePaul,
We're willing and we're able.
If your heart should ever stall,
Put a new one on the table!
If your liver has been pickled,
By the finest wines in France.
And vintage only trickled,
Put a new one in your pants!
So, you harbor a "wee" crush,
On first or second cousin.
No need for you to blush,
We'll clone her by the dozen!
Now, back home from the "Island,"
Yum! The sushi was sublime.
The maids, they left you smilin',
By takin' two at a time!
A doobie soon relaxes,
Your accountant's at the door.
But, what the Hell are "Taxes?"
Never heard of them before!
Yep, there's one name you can "Trust,"
DePaul's Commodity Clones!
We might rifle thru your dust,
Hell, might even clone your Bones!
Copyright © Randy Freie | Year Posted 2025
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