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The doorman by Aiden Pyne

He won’t let you in.
No, he won’t let you in.
He dances on his off nights
and bounces on his on nights.
He won’t let you in.
No, he won’t let you in.
He punched a guy in the face once.
He copped a feel of a breast once.
He won’t let you in.
No, he won’t let you in.
Not with those shoes.
Not with that shirt.
You waited in line but he won’t let you in.
No, he won’t let you in.
Faggot.

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