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My Friend the Burglar

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Oh you decrepit waste of air and space;

It pains me to even know you exist.

All the rage I hold fast within my fist

I will gladly plant on your dirt clad face.

You are a disgrace to the human race;

the mistake evolution must have missed.

Those were my wife’s lips your Mandrill fangs “kissed”.

Tonight, a spade for my queen, and you, Ace.

 

But who am I to dig a grave for two?

Today I am the do-gooder in white.

Today I am free and you in a zoo.

Your future looks dull, while mine glistens bright.

You’ve earned my thanks and my pity too.

May my planted fist of rage decay to blight.
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