My novel is nowhere and it's getting there fast
it wont come in first and probably not last
so pull out the sail, and put up the mast
we'll take up the anchor and off we will cast
we'll not look back to word of the past
nor into the future much too vast
We'll just take it one word at a time
but I promise 50,000 of the phukers wont ryme
If I were a beer man, I'd break out the lime
Then I'd yell it out loud like like the best little mime
and sprint like the runner well past his prime
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