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Your Life Is A Dream

Your life is a dream, a miraculous scene
of Porsches and portable phones.
Your face is unblemished,
a lightly-tanned structure
of beautifully angular bones.

You're using your brain for material gain;
your charm and good looks serve you well.
But are your friends friends
or fair-weather friends?
And how could you possibly tell?

There by your side is your near-perfect bride
who laughs when your jokes are not funny.
I know she'd much rather
curl up beside me;
I suppose she's just after your money.

And thus, to the end, to myself I pretend
that I'd thoroughly hate to be you.
I'll drink till I'm blue,
and not do what you do,
but one day I'll know what I say is not true.

Your witty retorts cause me envious thoughts;
my envious thoughts turn to sorrow.
I hate you, I hate you,
I hate you and hope
that a bus runs you over tomorrow.

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