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Folk Ballad for the Harvard Whore

Larry, having become a badly aged eyesore

Avoided his image in the mirror,

But bathroom breaks – much needed -provoked one day uproar

What did he see?

“A septuagenarian professor, “

his star president pupil amiably said.

“A traitor,”

his Harvard colleagues generously added.

“A boor,” his neighbors  disclosed.

But it took a lot of Peabody Energy’s dough to make him see

“A badass, pimpless whore.”

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Collected by Dana Neacsu: Folk Ballad for the Harvard Whore

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