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Such an easy feat it must be, no? I'm talking about my little brother's show. More or less, he keeps bragging. Take it or leave it, won't stop nagging. But I ain't got nobody next to my seed That's going to be leeching on me in greed There still feels like a brother's near And if it weren't for him, I wouldn't have fear It's a godawful show, too Props made from parts of the loo Actors made of cardboard Falling onto the hardwood The denouement was a bore The ****** made me snore But I had to give him credit At least it wasn't his script, he read it As I sat in an uncomfy chair Watching him talk about current affairs I got called up by myself to dinner And declared myself a winner I got no siblings, I got no brother I got no father and I got no mother I got no grandma and pops 'Cause that's where my tree stops The show goes on, I stay on stage Make a few jokes about minimum wage I sit in a chair in the audience, too Watching cardboard actors and parts from the loo.
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Sep 14, 2014
Sep 14, 2014 at 2:48 AM UTC
Superposition of myself
Such an easy feat it must be, no? I'm talking about my little brother's show. More or less, he keeps bragging. Take it or leave it, won't stop nagging. But I ain't got nobody next to my seed That's going to be leeching on me in greed There still feels like a brother's near And if it weren't for him, I wouldn't have fear It's a godawful show, too Props made from parts of the loo Actors made of cardboard Falling onto the hardwood The denouement was a bore The ****** made me snore But I had to give him credit At least it wasn't his script, he read it As I sat in an uncomfy chair Watching him talk about current affairs I got called up by myself to dinner And declared myself a winner I got no siblings, I got no brother I got no father and I got no mother I got no grandma and pops 'Cause that's where my tree stops The show goes on, I stay on stage Make a few jokes about minimum wage I sit in a chair in the audience, too Watching cardboard actors and parts from the loo.
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Sep 14, 2014
Sep 14, 2014 at 2:48 AM UTC
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