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Impossible Rhyme

I'm sitting next to impossible,
He won't leave me alone,
Sometimes I wish I could be,
A royal king on a throne.
 
But I can't be a king,
And I can't have a throne,
It's probably all saved,
For my bad and evil clone.
 
Evil is a word,
I wish I didn't have to know,
Not part of my speech,
Not saying it fast or slow.
 
And here again is impossible,
Back into his conscious dream,
He can never, ever, win,
He's on a wayward scene.
 
Impossible, impossible, is his sorry name,
Impossible, impossible, he will always lose not gain,
Impossible, impossible, I just said it two times,
Impossible, impossible, to sing his impossible rhyme.
 



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