Reading that beautiful girl's palm you discover she hasn't yet discovered,
She is going to be a midnight catburgular of the future,
ElectricChair romance only leads to a barbaric sacrifice of a goat named Dorris,
That will make the front pages of the tabloids your so called friends will buy,
Sparring with a potential partner you forget to slap in your gum shields,
But for some reason today the taste of your own blood tastes gourmet,
After that swift upper cut you allowed her to land,
As she discovers that in fact you can't read palms after all,
'Funny how power corrupts',
A drunken investment broker sings on a park bench.
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