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Jailbait


Oh my sweet boy

I have some cacophonous words for you 

You are Not the boss 

and maybe you would see that 

but you are too far up his ass 

It must be very dark because it's obvious you can't see 

And oh my darling 

I know you wonder why you can't get a girl

Well my boy I'm here to tell you why 

It's the stench on your breath 

the smell of 

Alcohol...

Weed...

and of course failure

Now I'm not done with these awful truths 

because my pumpkin 

i hope you like McDonalds 

and orange jump suits 

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