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American Mojo, you say this is business.
I've
got to play the game.
Lay like the customer wants.
Pretend I'm in love.
But how can I achieve this
when I
have fallen
and I can't get up.
I stand at your threshold, American Mojo,
and frankly, I am somewhat apprehensive.
I have walked through lonely streets,
seduced and abandoned,
laid, but never kissed,
tethered to unspoken
desire
hermetically sealed
and vacuum packed
diverted to cool depths of darkness
where all are safe and feel
nothing.
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Is this all there is?
I once sought heavenly connections.
But all I got
was a hangover,
a case of the crabs,
and drunken nights
in the Valley of the Dolls.
Do you come here often?
Who wants to be a millionaire?
Not to worry though,
for I am an American.
I've got a script in development in Hollywood.
I've got a rusty gun and a silver bullet.
I've got an American dream by the balls.
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