The golden boy exposes ploys - next best, I'll send away silver. .
That is,
The guy who uses RB dot com as his top resumé builder
Team - mom; your style's corny, go on: can and pack the lunches. .
While I leave 'champs' played; like the lives of Janet Jackson punches
Redemption's sweet I've drempt defeat; dude's known to get cute. .
I'd use a 'smoking L' line; but I'm commercial & exposing the Truths®
Experimenting? Ha! I'm sure this coward dreams of streudel tasting. .
But his balls are still dropping, like Howard Dean's approval ratings
Disgraceful crew, its taste askew - my will must murder whiney rhymes
Christ. . Your leader still rocks matching tildes (circa '99)
Crew- jumper; Wit's End? If I were you, I'd leave or try to quit
Because my post-victory laugh does work in redefining wit
Raping fawns & taking pawns - then kings: your act must be checkered
You're not respected; I've got a shot with quite the lackluster record
In conclusion, you jockey me. The song's not an ode nor a gloat, pal. .
Take the route of your woeful family and trip over my coat - tails

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