You can call me Aisha
Or Aakansha
Ashley or Maurice
But call,
For the love of leek soup and honey
Call me!

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They say it's unwanted mass
I call it my shock absorber
But everyone agrees it needs to go
They say it will reveal the real me
I know it will reveal
The real me

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I'm as shallow as the next person
I would agree
But I surpassed even myself today
As I beat a hasty retreat
When I found out that the man
With the razor sharp wit
And words that strum my guitar
Turned out to look just like you
It turns out I don't want round two
With a man who's as afraid
Of speaking the truth
As he is of the father
Who taught him how to lie
Lies that helped him survive
His mother's tepid love
And nail the tight ass of
A lovely young narcissistic whore

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*Groucho Marx, A Night at the Opera