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my terrible luck (or constants and variables)

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Can you see them?
See right through them
They have no shield
No secrets to reveal
—Terry Hall, Our Lips Are Sealed

everybody knows
why I broke up with Ted
he’s so good at his job
and so lousy in bed

I probably told you
why I broke up with Ray
that silly mama’s boy
calls her six times a day

I guess you figured out
why I broke up with Bart
that hyperactive bowel
always makin him fart

it sure ain’t no secret
why I dumped Mr. White
his crazy sex fetish
and his sick appetite

I don’t have to tell you
why I kicked out that boozer
could never hold a job
such an adorable loser

the guys I go out with
they certainly suck
I’ll never figure out
my terrible luck

by Richard W. Bray

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