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"Xerox Teen" By Marcus Cooke
My girlfriend left me
For the Xerox teen
He’s a photocopy of the man
That I used to be
Younger fitter stronger fast
Out of focus
Colors lost in contrast.
Where he came from is unknown
He’s like a left over fetus not fully grown
He wants my life
A noose around my neck
Maybe He’s the left over sperm
That ran down my mother’s leg?
He sees my face he begins to snigger
He’s jealous because my cock is bigger
Made from my own DNA,and bone
behold my carbon clone
bow down to the superiority
of my evil genetic menace
my life's not for sale
my life's not for loan.
I heard my doppelganger has gone and passed on our genes
My girlfriend got pregnant by the xerox teen
Now she’s expecting a child unseen
She will probably give’s birth to a fax machine.
I lost my girl to the Xerox teen
Punched him in the face and ripped out his spleen
I lost my life to the Xerox teen
He’s a photocopy of the man i used to be.