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"Xerox Teen" By Marcus Cooke

My girlfriend left me  
For the Xerox teen  
He’s a photocopy of the man  
That I used to be  
Younger fitter stronger fast  
Out of focus         
Colors lost in contrast.  
 
Where he came from is unknown  
He’s like a left over fetus not fully grown  
He wants my life  
A noose around my neck  
Maybe He’s the left over sperm  
That ran down my mother’s leg?  
 
He sees my face he begins to snigger  
He’s jealous because my cock is bigger  
 
Made from my own DNA,and bone  
behold my carbon clone  
bow down to the superiority  
of my evil genetic menace  
my life's not for sale  
my life's not for loan.  
 
I heard my doppelganger has gone and passed on our genes  
My girlfriend got pregnant by the xerox teen  
Now she’s expecting a child unseen  
She will probably give’s birth to a fax machine.  
 
I lost my girl to the Xerox teen  
Punched him in the face and ripped out his spleen  
I lost my life to the Xerox teen  
He’s a photocopy of the man i used to be.