Beckham For Moore,

I’ll jump overboard,

Before I give more,

Convinced heโ€™s the whore,

Whoโ€™d rather make a chore.

Of the gift I became,

Identified him as lame,

Because he couldnโ€™t tame,

His mane,

Against other beautiful body frames.

So I release all ties,

Free from all lies,

Not even worthy of exposure,

So I’ll let him remain disguised.

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