Pick me a part limb by limb
Throw your hatred in my face
Show your childhood
Hide behind your manhood
I'm unable to see you, but that's ok
I can tell what you look like
Pretty as a picture?
I don't think so!
I can't spell; my grammar’s not so good
That makes you better than me?
Can I touch you?
Maybe some of that Mr. Know-it-all will rub off
Never mind
I'd rather be me
And write my uneducated junk
So we little people can have something to read
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