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Food for thought, the market’s up
This poem's about a couple who
Used to live two floors below me
Me, they'll never forget, how to?
Neither of them got to know me
Didn't know either to save my life
I didn't feel the urge, see
Couldn't pronounce them man and wife
I'm not a member of the clergy
They wanted to sell their apartment
So they put it on the market
Received some offers to buy, good money spent
To live above a supermarket
It's been a few months since they've parted
I'm so lonely now, I admit
Has left me feeling brokenhearted
I pass my gas when I need to do it*
