you heckle me
and jeckle me
like i cant see
keep dragging
your host from
pillar to post
All ways strutting your stuff
hanging so tough
whens enough enough
Of your pose pretending
like some god pending
all so never ending
using fractions to frame
your every wire and
in camouflage conspire
Please give me some kinda
surgery, Now you've
become a scourge to me.
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