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Poem about my bestie boo Alec the Greek yogurt shit head
          
          He is mental,
          do not trust him.
          He smells the complete opposite to a lentil,
          in fact, he smells like a fucking bin.
          
          His name is Alec,
          He broke into my accounts.
          I'd like to hit him with a mallet,
          Before he could even say pronounce.
          
          He makes too many Pulp references,
          He wobbles when he walks, jelly legs like a snake.
          He puts aside peoples differences,
          And smashes them in the head with a rake.
          
          He's a bellend,
          And when is life comes to an end, 
          I will dance upon the grave of my friend.
          Because he is a proper bellend.
          
          He won't admit he's insane, 
          And he pretends his name is Maureen. 
          He used to hit himself in the membrane,
          With the metal pole from a trampoline.

YO DUDE WHY DID U TELL EVERYBDOY U IN MY BASEMENT??