I may be wise, I may be bold
This I know is true.
I may be young, so I'm told
but what is it to you?
You, old like an antique
Smelling of outdated perfume
Me, fine in physique
Stares when I enter the room
Cobwebs fill your love below
Like a wretched shack beaten and crippled
Mine is fruitful and plentiful with a glow
So much so that it's damn near sinful!
I guess I'm sorry
If I seem shallow or rude
But really, you should suck it up
And not be such a prude!
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