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O Kanye, can ye hear this lover’s moan?

For, while my heart doth linger on the shelf,

Thou hast beguiled my darling of her own,

Thou rapper rapt in nothing but thyself!

Thou art a knavish braggart, and thy verse

Time’s with’ring hand shall rightfully diminish.

I tailored swift these lines thy name to curse

And, having more, I pray thou let’st me finish!

But why? Such barren words avail me naught

And vengeful verse my sorrow scarce appeases;

My love, alas, is now by Yeezy taught

And pledges her immortal soul to Yeezus.

For, like a setting sun, my Kim hath blest

With golden light the undeserving West.