you hate jerks
they poke holes in all your abilis
they point to your ass
as you walk up the stairs
they stare at you
while you cry over all that slipped away
while you were so busy finagling
to keep it
you with your tight-assed mantras
you with your airs thick as swarms
of gnats over fallen fruit
you should beware of jerks
they tell the truth...
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