Poetic Justice
My cousin Vince was no prince you see
Just a bully in the first degree
He'd curse as you went by
Maybe spit in your eye
Or you might get slammed against a tree
Our family knew he was wackadoo
He was our shame and our black sheep too
He might noogie your head
Or just punch you instead
And once he took a pee on my shoe
At last all the locals took offense
And chose to dispose of cousin Vince
It's where it all went down
In our quaint little town
Where they say no one has seen him since
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