I stand bold in Istanbul. Blowing obligitory balogna about a bullish blunder that took place before yonder.
As I am left to decide if I'll wait for a ride, unbeknownst to me, who it is on my side.
A place I've yet to go, people I've yet to meet, excuse me sir you're in my seat.
That ticket you aquired was mine alone, I purchased it long ago over the phone.
How awkward my stance in retrospect, it's your juxtaposition you attempt to protect.
My prospects are simple, always remain humble, always double down, never try to fumble.
If we lose it's okay, yes please try to not fret, attention of the locals best avoided, lest we nevr forget.
Away from here
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