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Keynote address by Caz Dolowicz

You lack the minerals & vitamins, irons & the niacin
Fuck who that I offend— bloggers sit back, I’m about to begin
About foul talk you squawk, never even walked the walk
More or less destined to get tested, never been arrested
My posting will manifest many things that I saw, did or heard about
Or told first hand, never word of mouth
What’s in the future for the fusion in the changer?
Bloggers are in danger, who will use wits to be a remainder?
When the missile is aimed to blow you out of the frame
Some will keep their limbs and some will be maimed
The same suckers with the gab about killer instincts
But turned bitch and knowing damn well they lack
In this division the connoisseur, crackin’ your head with a 4 by 4
Realize sucka, I be the comin’ like Noah
Always sendin’ you down, perpetratin’ facadin’ what you consider
An image, to me this is just a scrimmage
I feel I’m stone, not cause I bop or wear my cap cocked
The more emotion I put into it, the harder I blog
Those who pose lyrical but really ain’t true I feel
Their time’s limited, hard rocks too—

Caz Dolowicz was born on Sands Street in 1923. Innumerable doctors, three ex-wives and the MTA said his time’s up was years ago. Guess who’s back?

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