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One Man's Self-analysis
Contributed by
norm
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Thursday, 18th September 2003 @ 11:45:00 PM in AEST
Topic:
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There are people of our ilk
Who are used to nil but silk,
We expect that should we meet,
It's a must to kiss our feet
Because we're known as the elite.
It is likely you are lowly
You are surely not as holy,
We are special kind of people
We are strong and never feeble,
We're a bell up in the steeple.
Don't compete, t'would be a joke
You could try but you would choke,
Butterflies be in your belly
Your attempt would be like jelly
You are meant to run a deli.
Could you ever really join us,
Might as well just try to coin us,
We're unique unto each other,
You could never be our brother
This was told to us by mother.
Thanks for coming in to see us,
You're too far below to be us,
You should try again next year
Keep yourself away from beer
If you see us..you should cheer.
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norm
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2003-09-18 23:45:00]
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Re: One Man's Self-analysis
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by Former_Member on
Friday, 19th September 2003 @ 01:56:42 AM AEST
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It seems the people of that type
Are too full of self-hype
Rather smoke a pipe
For their ego is much to ripe
Shari |
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