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Bitter? Me? What gave you that idea?

I’ve known a lot of girls,
In the days since I was born.
Some were real and made of flesh,
And some were merely porn.

I’ve given laughter to many girls,
I’ve even made some cry.
One of them even slit her wrists,
Because I made her want to die.

But these are just a sample,
Out of all the girls I’ve met,
For most girls that I’ve spoken to,
I’d much rather forget.

The girls who laughed at my geeky ways,
Who sniggered, sneered and scoffed.
You turned me down, well that’s your loss,
But I hope your tits fall off.

Yes I hope your tits fall off.

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