'A-Rat-A-Tat-Tat.'

L Lawrence S. Pertillar
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'A-rat-a-tat-tat.' You got it! 'A-rat-a-tat-tat.' You got it! 'A-rat-a-tat-tat.' You got it! 'A-rat-a-tat... Tat-tat-tat.' No more do I eat fried fat back. Or smothered pork chops, To put pounds on my thighs... Butt or back! Biscuits are my weakness, So I ain't touching that. Neck bones I leave alone. And other greasy meats, I don't eat. I prefer to ignore that, And them I don't condone! Too sleazy for me. 'A-rat-a-tat-tat.' You got it! 'A-rat-a-tat-tat.' You got it! 'A-rat-a-tat-tat.' You got it! 'A-rat-a-tat... Tat-tat-tat.' I do my best to eat fresh vegetables. With a prepared fresh salad... Adding fruits and nutts, To keep my energy up! Lots of exercise I do! And conscious to take naps. With meditation and deep breathing... To keep my body sleek. Everyday of the week! With a diet less treated by soft drinks, And preprocessed sweets. I do what I can to be energized... And my eyes kept open wide, No aches and pains I'm going to sigh. 'A-rat-a-tat-tat.' You got it! Oh. 'A-rat-a-tat-tat.' You got it! Oh. 'A-rat-a-tat-tat.' You got it! Oh. 'A-rat-a-tat... Tat-tat-tat. Hey? Wait a minute! But... Do you or do you not, STILL smoke cigarettes? ' Whose confession is this? 'Yours.' Exactly. You keep tapping out that rhythm. And I'll deal with my conscious... Guilts and other facts! 'A-rat-a-tat-tat.' You got it! Oh. 'A-rat-a-tat-tat.' You got it! Oh. 'A-rat-a-tat-tat.' You got it! Oh. 'A-rat-a-tat... Tat-tat-tat.' 'A-rat-a-tat-tat.' You got it! Oh. 'A-rat-a-tat-tat.' You got it! Oh. 'A-rat-a-tat-tat.' You got it! Oh. 'A-rat-a-tat... Tat-tat-tat.'

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