Your face in itself is a tragedy,
I wouldn't laugh with that horribly made up comedy.
Oh yes, I've retold story of this kind
Please don't think you're in it all the time.
My mornings don't belong to you,
My nights sure as hell don't include you.
'You made my day'.
Oh man, I'm so sorry I had to lie every fucking day.
You are delusional if you think you've got me,
It takes more than a fling to even get to me.
Rhyming words is horridly hard,
But when the words are about you, its easier than a fart.
In a way I'm glad you exist,
Because this helped my writer's block perish.
I don't want to waste another line.
For you who's not even worth a single dime.
*exit*
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