There's a kid on my street who's a bit of a jerk.
The way that he acts really drives me berserk.
He's loud and obnoxious and cheeky and brash.
He runs on the road nearly making me crash.
He looks like he thinks he is better than you.
Like you're something disgusting he scraped off his shoe.
Now don't get me wrong, he's only a kid.
I'm sure he'll grow out of the things that he did.
But if he got a kick or a punch down below,
I'd ROFL and LMFAO.
Jerk.
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