Lazy, limacious, loitering louse
Get off your bum and get out of my house.
I'm sick of your lying, your whoring, your drinking.
Now I'm gonna tell you just what I've been thinking.
It's finished, finito, it's through and it's over.
I keep the kids, the money, and Rover;
Take only the goldfish and busfare to go
Out of my life, you lowest of low!
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