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The 42yr Old Manchild: A True Story
Well, well, well..
You were sweet for a minute
then gone in a flash
sparked joy for a second
then belonged in the trash
I guess when you suck
you're the one to finish last
He was talking big game
but having trouble
keeping up
Making claims like a god
but couldn't buy lunch
"self-published" writer
yet couldn't make a buck
looking pretty at the gym
but never owned
a folding knife
he couldn't even open one
to save his own life
(I... had to teach him... how to open... a...)
Crying like a bitch?
boy we never even fucked
your bday was a mess?
guess you ran outta luck
and man...
I shoulda ran sooner
when this boy said
him and women
only last
Five fucking months
You were sweet for a minute
then gone in a flash
sparked joy for a second
then belonged in the trash
I guess when you suck
you're the one to finish last
He was talking big game
but having trouble
keeping up
Making claims like a god
but couldn't buy lunch
"self-published" writer
yet couldn't make a buck
looking pretty at the gym
but never owned
a folding knife
he couldn't even open one
to save his own life
(I... had to teach him... how to open... a...)
Crying like a bitch?
boy we never even fucked
your bday was a mess?
guess you ran outta luck
and man...
I shoulda ran sooner
when this boy said
him and women
only last
Five fucking months
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