I wrote you a poem, called Ed.
Ed’s an Ass, Ed’s a Jerk
I can’t believe that he finds work.
I wish he’d leave, and go away
But full of head games, he will stay.
He don’t care about STDs
Line up the girls, he will please.
Someday soon, Ed will fail
And die alone, feeble frail.
All will know, upon his end
No Hearts nor Lives...will need to mend.
I hate having to write that obvious truth...
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