She says her name's David
With the funny accent.
Like Oscar the livid,
Don't know where her thoughts went.
Despite every offer,
I don't even know her.
She reads me way better
Than I read my writing.
She's never a quitter
When it comes to reading.
But I should pay the price:
She's planning my demise.
O she's stuck in her head.
She wishes I was dead.
She hates what I just said.
How I wish she could be
My confidant, my friend,
And my neighbor-to-be.
All the things I could lend.
Make her laugh herself skinny,
But I am not funny.
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