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Below the Belt

Hey, there, buddy-boy.
Did you notice I was here again?

Could you smell me on her breath?
See my hair, shining on her blazer?
Feel her eyes push you out of the way,
In their hungry search for me?

You're yesterday's news.
And I'm making all the headlines.

Do you hear the bitter disgust
Every time she speaks your name?
Do I taste salty or sweet?
Hell, you've sucked my cock by proxy.

What?  You had no idea?
Here, let me draw you a picture.

I've got it all, man.
And you ain't got shit to offer.
I fill her up in ways
You won't even conceive.

Pathetic fucker.

No wonder she hates you.

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