Looking Out for Mister D   You see him everywhere these days flashing that dazzling Mister D smile fixing up famous, rolling up jays still slicking down that Mister D style I don’t know what’s become of me I’m looking out looking out looking out for Mister D   Didn’t I catch you making the news taking a hard line every last time how come you always get to choose casually raking up every last dime never been broken, nothing’s for free so I’m looking out looking out looking out for Mister D   Ladies in linen, babies in black the sins of the flesh are bred in the bone balling up everything, balling the jack stone after stone after stone after stone it’s nothing like they show on TV that’s why I’m looking out looking out looking out for Mister D     © Michael Fleming Brattleboro, Vermont September 2013