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Sometimes it gets caught in my throat,

The difference between fellows,

And I might in anger spit it out,

Or else just meekly swallow.



It might just be a pleasant notion,

That everyone has good,

As someone gives me a potion,

That severes my mood.



Though I have found in lookin' 'round,

That there be a bit of all in all,

With our collection of social bounds,

And colourful genetic store.



And there has been not one who's come,

Our left because of no other,

It is the brightness of a sun,

That recounts Jesus had a brother.



With a quick mix o' merits,

It can be often seen,

That the holiest of the santified,

Is not the impeccably clean.



So perhaps to remain righteous,

And pure as the snow white dove,

We remain alone and take flight,

And simply just fuck off!