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Nov 2012
Not real
little old man
I want to know you have problems
like me
like we

Now I work it self consciously
let me keep my job, oh please

What I wouldn't do
for the likes of you

I've put it to the test
wore my shortest, lowest, tightest best
that I could get away with at work

and see you come running
see you sit next to me
for lunch I arranged for all of us
and peak at my *******
behind a tangle of hair and behind the keys
around my neck

So it works for me, too
And what I wouldn't do
to keep my job
Zulu Samperfas
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Zulu Samperfas
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