A Brief(Case) Ode

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Gary kirk, he had a briefcase

He fell over, cos of his shoelace...

Creepin' round doors

Lookin' in drawers

Got a briefcase

Look at his face (ergh!)

Texting all night

Phoning all day

Why dont you want me anymore?

I thought malteasers meant more

Garald bad boyyyyy just come look at you did

To that girls precious little whore of a body

ashes to ashes

dust to dust

Once upon a time there was a little girl

Named little red riding hood

She walked through the forest to no avail

and got kidnapped, she did not fend

Moral of the tale

Do not stalk your friends