Still angry, like Take That, Never Forget
Everything Changes But You (you're still dull)
Or are you, rather, naff, full of regret
And bitterness, pretend you're oh so full
Of fun, but when it comes to the crunch, cruel
Which comes of course from hatred of yourself
I feel no sorrow or pity, I'm cool
You are now marked down on some lower shelf
You've chosen and you discriminate well
Intolerant, early to bed you flit
Having lowered the energy to nil
You're like my Mum (in-law), your mental health
I question, you say I'm mad, why? What's it
To you, if you're such fun? You're so ... normal.....;..;..
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