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EVERYBODY'S JEALOUS
It's all right it's outta sight
everybody's jealous of the things I write.
Look at him, look at his eyes
when he says it's bad I know he lies.
See her over there
she thinks she's good
but I don't care.
Because I know
in every line and letter
the stuff I write is so much better.
I come in, the PC beckons,
I wrote all of this in ninety seconds.
No thought, no thinking through,
and aint it better than what you do.
I know the truth by day and night
everybody's jealous of the things I write.
by Peter Long
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