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Who's Your Daddy

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When under the gun how can one not be outdone by nepotism or overcome by favouritism altho' the norm they're no more than a form of terrorism a nebulous opponent none can fight on the human landscape naught but a blight from which we can't escape or run any self-respecting someone would shun and as for me you see I was obviously yet definitely born in the wrong place at the wrong time with the wrong face seeing promotion from outside in the cold not a foot could I put over the threshold what with doors slammed progress jammed out of my depth in over my head can't get a look-in may as well be dead

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