NOT ON THE LIST

NOT ON THE LIST I assumed the mantle of an entitled snob Pushing toward the bouncer in a tuxedo Some bruiser of a guy, but it’s just a job I suspect that he had an unsatisfied libido Patting down the girls for guns and stuff But I wonder, why does it affect me so After a few minutes I had seen enough I stepped forward with my clenched fist Hoping after all, that he wasn’t so tough He smiled that satisfied grin and hissed Sorry old fellah, you’re not on the list