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Bob the Builder
You apologize over and over,
Yet do it again cold shoulder.
In church every Sunday saying you’re a “righteous” man,
But at home you’re the devil’s right hand man.
It’s crazy how your so smart and calculated with liquor,
Yet you didn’t even graduate high school no paper.
You had jobs that paid well
Now you’re jobless cause of the lies you tell.
How foolish of you
When you were younger what did you want to do with your life?
It doesn’t matter because you’re just a man addicted to liquor.
You’re sick not just in the head but all over.
I hate giving you the cold shoulder.
But you caused this don’t try play Bob the builder
You can’t fix this.
You always ask what do you want for Christmas
You assume money.
But I want more than that I want my childhood back.
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Phylicia Demeritte
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