energized by french fries
Oedipal knife to the eyes
when all know the truth,
he still lies
takes without asking
burns while sun-basking
fidgets reveal
attempted masking
always plays the ponies
rules with wicked cronies --
but, like him,
they're all phonies
passes on a Big Mac
just to shoot some bad smack
opts to be skinny
for his heart attack
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