FRANKENSTEINATRA

Ol’ Blue eyes are vacant,

His singing just grunts

But Frankensteinatra

Still gets what he wants.

His audience captive

In the truest of senses

But all grudges fall off

When his singing commences

Although his mind wanders

And the lyrics he warps

No one can deny

He’s a charismatic corpse.

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