Born an insult
Quickly grew into someone's regret
I've now regressed to
A puddle of goo
This is now an unbalanced line
My imbalance is you
I'd hoped to bring you
Diamonds and gold
In character finer than dust
Now all I've got is this
Paddle ball
And an aerosol shot
Of lust
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