Every Irishman is a Liar
Every Irishman is a liar
My mother was a McCormick
I say nothing
Every Pollock is an imbecile
My father’s family was from Poland
I keep quiet
Every successful woman slept her way to the top
I am biting my lip so hard now it is bleeding
I finally have to leave
but not without changing my position
This used to be my hero
Now to me he is a zero
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