Thanks for the lampoon
I might get out of this room
I loved that I was well
But you sent me straight to hell
You liked that I was frowning
When it was my second little 'gowning'
But I am not quite at the end
Of my future with any little friend
You call my little "father" today
And when I lose the mix
You erase my look and my need
You spite that there is a G-d
And you trash my own front yard
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