You are Da Man

You are Da Man so in Command,
When it’s your Plan to just Demand,
For all to Fan a sad Dreamland,
So you can Ban and not Expand,
Beyond the Span of your Brass Band,
And how you Ran a trite Newsstand,
‘Til you can’t Pan or not Remand,
The end is Tan in deep Quicksand.

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