It got me like a stinger And left me a stranger Oh yes, it's me - the messenger Who never failed the astringer Not least the harbinger. Argh, it changes everything, infringer! Now, almost lost in spiritual life Without hope of a quiet life It's time to face my lovely wife Not to justify, but face her knife After nightlife with that lowlife. And, it wasn't always so with wife. Alas, minger! You just are a cringer Dare you not linger To feign the singer And bite another finger.
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