Sorry you went bankrupt
'Cause your partner stole your money,
And that your wife went with him,
Because she was his honey;
That now they're taking you to jail
For taxes yet unpaid;
Cheer up! At least in prison
You're certain to get laid!
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So the doctors told you you'd get well,
You know how doctors lie;
They told us to check out your will
Cause you are gonna die!
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I know you want grandchildren,
But you'll never see them play;
Your daughter is a lesbian;
And your only son is gay.
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Copyright (C) 2002 by John Bliven Morin,
writing as Blithian
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