You'Re Not All That
So I’m not looking good, you say
From where you are sat
Well, let me tell you, sonny Jim
You’re not all that
I haven’t quite lived up to your
Lofty aspirations
A bit too old, a bit too poor
Too many affectations
Incapable, impoverished
And just a bit autistic
Not even slightly racist
Or amusingly sadistic
You say I’m sadly lacking
Say it’s sad perhaps, but true
That I’m no longer good enough
Not good enough for you
An eye for an eye, methinks
A tooth for a tooth
Would deem it fair enough that I
Should now tell the truth
That I should air our dirty laundry
On the corner of the street
And vomit dark unpleasantries
In puddles at your feet
Tell everybody everything
You’ve ever said to me
Let the fly on the wall that saw it all
Shout from the highest tree
But I shall never stoop so low
To down where you are sat
For let me tell you, sonny Jim
You’re not all that
by Gail
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