I am almost six feet tall
And I'm told I'm prettier than all
,But too bad that doesn't count for my face
.I sit with no one at lunch
,And my hair always makes a crunch
.I guess
I'll never
say I've gotten used to it
.And after all this time
,And after all these ryhmes
,I still have something to whine about
.In my years I've seen some stuff
That really makes me seem tough
.But really it makes it all worse
,Because with every verse
,Every new coach purse seems fake
.And I know that no one has it all
,And I know that they'll work at the mall
In one my stores
.Below here, the rhyme scheme is kind of out of wack. You might want to fix that, too.With every pep talk
, with every lecture
,It makes me angry to say
That even though thats what they're destined to be
,Even though they'll be working for me
,I'll be alone again
.No friend, just help
.I'll sit alone again, unless I pay someone
.Like Superman
, I have a plan
, but kryptonite blocks my way
.They're like kryptonite that I'll pay
.
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