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Aug 2019
I am a prince
so what
get over yourselves
you're beneath me
and that's just the fact!

You're commoners
of low birth
go blame god
I had nothing to do with it
simple reality, get real

I eat with my hands
no need to show off
you on the other hand, always complaining
needing attention always

Go learn to be independent
Princes are born ready
they eat responsibilities
you eat fish and chips and drink too much

You wanna be a Prince
but you can't, too bad for you
you ain't got chutzpah or finesse
and you live in awe of me

If not why can't you live and let's live
ain't taken none from you
but you all have green eyes full of envy
and you don't bath daily

I am a prince
a **** good one at that
you are blinded commoners
**** bad and revolting ones, at that
hahaha...hahaha....hahaha, common plebs!
belligerent numpties spoiling for attention, childish, immature
and never up to standard, daft as brushes....
Do you think Princes grow on trees.
Yenson
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Yenson  M/London
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