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Ginger Bread Man

Ginger Bread Man,
  I see through your noise
You wanna break hard
  †Like youís one of the boys
But you made of dough
 † † And you break in my hand
After two of Mikeís Hard Lemonades
 † †You can barely stand †
Your jokes are trite †
Your shoes is ratty
You about as refreshing
As a week old York Peppermint patty †
Women prefer chocolate chip
Step off and die
You ainít equipped
To reply
To this here masterpiece
You deceased
Best recognize
Your lack of flavor
You the sort of thing that Starbucks patrons savor

Fuck you and your gingerbread house
Itís basic af
Ainít nothin left
Some toddlers gobbled that shit down
Run yo ass outta cookie town

Imma fuck your gingerbread wife
Because Iím here to ruin
Your pitiful gingerbread life
Written by Jermainesplain
Author's Note
Itís not about me, itís about him
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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