Copycat

The chap at work

His chiselled face

Loud and brash

He fills the space

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Always the clown

Chipper and glad

Woe and worry

He never had

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The chips all fall

Into his pot

Every blessing

You never got

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No aches to heal

No sins to shun

No lies to tell

He fucks for fun

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Favour, fortune

No bar for you

Smirking chap

Always breaks through

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Roses and rounds

Eternally seen

Smug little chap

Basks in the green

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The chap at home

No crowd to please

Cheerful chap

Stays on his knees

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Barefaced now

His nose is lost

Crying chap

Pays the cost

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Dappled glass

He leans to see

Cheerful chap

You were me

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