I used to know an arsehole
Who treated all like shit
A Romeo whose main goal
Was for an ego lift
He cheated on his poor wife
He cheated on his lover
And venereal disease rife
Passed on under next cover
He spoke to those he worked with
Like they were quite moronic
And his generous Christmas gift
Was an anal colonic
He was a sheer control freak
Who prowled on the naïve
The sad, desperate and the weak
Who fell for make believe
He had penchant for Cocaine
A sex drive of a dog
Enjoyed inflicting pain
Under influential fog
I used to know an arsehole
Who thought he knew it all
One without a heart or soul
Who found another fool
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