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There is a man Who likes to pretend That he's pure and holy When really his mouth only spews out baloney                                       *These hands of mine,                            a thousand men have bested                                   and thrice that the ladies                                        they have pleasured!* This man likes to wear all white, And on his head he props a halo. He hides his forked tongue in plain sight With which he claims to be a fine ole fellow                                      *These friends of mine       All shapes, all colours, every walk of life                                              All indebted to me                                                  Oh! Without me,                                            they couldn't survive!* But like the viper in Aesop's fable Your trust he repays the only way he's able With your paramour he'll try his luck Rejected he'd say "All I wanted was a free ****                         *No matter, for with any luck                               The old lady will let me out           There are girls who've taken my buck     And they'll take it again without a doubt* So of this false angel be wary A conscience he has not Web of lies and deceit his main plot For he has no friends only quarry                             ***Here lies A                    Certainly a class Act            For when the reaper came to play             You can be sure no one wept***
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Oct 13, 2016
Oct 13, 2016 at 2:03 PM UTC
Two Face
There is a man Who likes to pretend That he's pure and holy When really his mouth only spews out baloney                                       *These hands of mine,                            a thousand men have bested                                   and thrice that the ladies                                        they have pleasured!* This man likes to wear all white, And on his head he props a halo. He hides his forked tongue in plain sight With which he claims to be a fine ole fellow                                      *These friends of mine       All shapes, all colours, every walk of life                                              All indebted to me                                                  Oh! Without me,                                            they couldn't survive!* But like the viper in Aesop's fable Your trust he repays the only way he's able With your paramour he'll try his luck Rejected he'd say "All I wanted was a free ****                         *No matter, for with any luck                               The old lady will let me out           There are girls who've taken my buck     And they'll take it again without a doubt* So of this false angel be wary A conscience he has not Web of lies and deceit his main plot For he has no friends only quarry                             ***Here lies A                    Certainly a class Act            For when the reaper came to play             You can be sure no one wept***
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Oct 13, 2016
Oct 13, 2016 at 2:03 PM UTC
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