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Poetry

You're Unbelievable

Ive got to break this habit Ive got
Got to get off, executive drugs
Ive been wholly credit crunched
I cant keep up with, the magic dust.

Ive got to break this habit Ive got
Every morning, I make love
You may think Im a cupid stunt
But I worn my knob, to a twelve inch stump

Ive got to break this habit Ive got
A barrel of beer just isnt enough
Ive got to break this habit Ive got
Every day I plot to kill my boss
Ive got to break this habit Ive got

Tell the truth my teachers preached
And life will treat you, Oh, so sweet
Never heard such amazing tosh
So I veneer my life with a sheen of gloss

Little, inconsequential me
You might call them worthless lies
I call them my,
Disguise


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