Animosity
With Jeff Cliff I've not been on good terms
For he's told Health Workers I breed germs,
Inviting them over for the worms
One sees and minutes on end just squirms:
"You don't mind the stylish hair Rose perms
All her pigs dirty, also their sperms".
It's animosity towards Rose
For being now to J. Timothy close.
Heavy truck Jeff could run over me
And a crushed me toss into a seas,
My struggles with bad sharks for Jeff's glee;
Only then would his chained mind be free.
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