The Fame Game
The floetry, the poetry
The words no longer flow like trees
The pain he felt, the more we see
The links of him down to her "v"
The moet she pours up as he
Feels that the love is all she needs
The pain she gained is all for fame
The fame she gained is all a game
The high five and cool points he earned
But in due time he will get burned
The baby isn't quite full term
Now at the clinic they will learn
The pleasure wasn't worth all this
They should've kept it at a kiss
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