Silly Soliloquy
In the first place
without a second thought
down at the pub on third street
your prejudice shines forth.
When ever you partake of that fifth
one doesn’t need a sixth sense
to know you’re not in seventh heaven.
If you were a cat you’d be on number eight
of the nine lives you had already wasted.
Bob, if I’ve told you once, I’ve told you ten,
Try to control this impetuous pen!
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