The Necropolitan Sentinel

I knew a man Bodinner and he’d dance for you
In wingtip shoes
With pepper hair, Brooks Brothers shirt, and mommy jeans
The old soft shoe
He jumped so high, jumped so high
Then he missed his three-pointer

I met him in a cell in Cicero I was
down and out
He looked to me to be the arrogance
that he whined about
He talked of life, and eating dogs, he laughed
clicked his heels and stepped

He said his name “Bodinner” and he danced a lick
and also sang
He grabbed his jeans and spread his stance,
Oh he jumped so high and then he clicked his heels
He let go a laugh, let go a laugh
said it had to do with Biden

Mr. Bodinner, Mr. Bodinner
Mr. Bodinner, ate a what?

He danced for those at Occupy and union dos
Chicago south
He spoke through tears of several years how his dog and him
traveled about
The dog up and split, he up and split
And after 20 years he still hungers

He said I dance now at every chance in honky tonks
for smokes and tips
But most the time I spend behind these county bars
’cause I steals a bit
He shook his head, and as he shook his head
I heard someone ask him why

Mr. Bodinner, Mr. Bodinner
Mr. Bodinner, did you eat a dog?

Image from Know Your Meme, via @jtlol. More images at Right Wing News.

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