Message no. 1

From:	"J.D. Falk" <jdfalk@***.GWU.EDU>
Subject:	SPRAWL: What's With You, Kid?
Date:	Wed, 26 Jan 1994 01:20:18 -0500

SPRAWL
F-01
What's With You, Kid?
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With bad poetry, and much worse wine,
We help the drudges pass the time.
Another round, emote a line,
And watch those sons of bitches pine
For long ago and far away,
In what they thought a simpler day,
With childhoods' verse of curds and whey.
And to them did their mothers say
What's with you, kid?

The barkeep looks an evil man
Who'd kill a Troll with just one hand--
The kind what's feared throughout the land,
And listens to a hard rock band.
But don't be scared, he's really nice,
And always gives the best advice.
He'll mix you drinks, and feed his mice,
And say (not both'ring to entice)
What's with you, kid?

Just take a seat at bench or booth.
Listen, or talk if long of tooth.
Many secrets, in their youth,
Have here been proven to be truth.
One never knows what one might find
When wand'ring here just to unwind;
And though cruel fate may be unkind,
The chums here won't knife your behind.
So as my verse gets much too long
Be glad I don't break in to song
(I've got a voice much like King Kong!)
I say to you, and pass the bong,
What's with you, kid?