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I'm so green with envy; I'm an avacodo,
DROP DEAD, that's my happy motto;
You call me a weirdo,
But you know it's my talent you forgo.

You know that the worst day of your life was when I went solo,
Your anger--felt from here--is like a raging tornado;
But think who is more annoyed--you are in a high rise, I'm in a ghetto,
I'm sick of being Pinocchio to your Geppetto.

My little hovel is more like a hideaway grotto,
My life is one big provisio;
Thinking of you and your "pureness" ploy is an out and out bravo,
Screw this...I'm moving to Toronto.