Relationships, bone-break my heart,
Soon as one ends, can’t wait to startAnother doomed romance foray,
No time to read papers today!
Octo, octo, octo, octo.
Eight in eight and four by four woe.(I went to an obscure college
A for-profit place, poor knowledge)
Whenever that gets said-vamoose!
They run like I’m a hangman’s noose.I try my best to keep it real,
Come back from fishing, empty creel.
TomDick,Harry,MySha,Rona.
Love you see, is not for prancing,
Disappointment-like line-dancing.
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