He lived a dutiful and honest life
He was the perfect son,
He achieved a top mark in school
He attained a great professional job
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Last month I got a small labrador
A loyal buddy that I now adore.
Saturday I let him loose in the park
He ran with the wind and lit like a spark
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Maybe its the monkey in me
Some dumb drive to constantly climb
Hustling in the jungle for a higher perch
Perusing some bounty off Fruitless vines
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Marriage is a graveyard
where love can vainly die
If hard work and commitment
are sold for lusts and lies
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It's a duel ghoul four-letter word
Its Vicious and fowl
and makes virgins howl
Women wear it like a morning albatross
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Break seven mirrors for good luck
Open umbrellas in your house
stride with pride beneath a ladder
and Crack a wishbone on a louse
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Some poets think that it's a crime
If all your lines refuse to rhyme
They snub their nose and simply scoff
and pack their faces down their troughs
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At the old house upon the corner
Lived a callous, clammy coroner
he liked his late night treats
He only ate cold meats
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