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Dear God Its Meatloaf Just Add Ketchup

Things need to get straight Somewhere there are pearly gates Using goodness as bait White and mystical Healthy and physical Then there is standing there in the street A man filled with theatrical heat Underneath the dark sky Shifting through the stage reality lie Illuminated by a lamp Similar to the dock at the crystal lake camp Reading casting ads All seem tasteless and bad Decided to go To the one called ‘a picture show’ What was this? Low budget biz? “It could be an opera like the star-studded Tommy Or G rated James Bond magical car where the kids can go with Mommy” Said the marketing pro Who was ‘in the know’ Displaying advice Being nice Claiming to be an expert Side hustling selling his concert shirt Rocky idea originally failed Got out of jail Finding bail Came back From critic’s attack Going the distance Having persistence Never needed a sequel To equal The first one Still is so much fun Shown at midnight Not really looking for a fright Instead wanting partying might Tonight, somewhere plays a band In a garage or on the sand They mimic a song Tempting and wrong About a bat who got out of hell A story the lyrics did tell As they turn into who they really are Visiting friends hanging at the bar Telling them soon they will spend what is in the tip jar Observing from above Wearing a heavenly usher’s glove Now filled with love An inexpensive piece of meat Late hours add ketchup, it is a delightful treat Enjoying bread and wine Payment for his time Realizing he really did shine Down there Taking the youthful sinful dare Entertaining using character flair For all to share Until we all gather up there Over meatloaf that is now gourmet And to be frank ‘he did it his way’

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