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I think I’d like my exes’ exes 

And I really hope they’d like me

We could talk about how the sex was

And maybe some German philosophy 

One could complain about the chlamydia 

Or how she hated when I couldn’t stop saying 

“Bruh”

I think I’d like my exes’ exes 

We’d have a lot to talk about 

And I don’t mean just about them

But about how we always vote Dem

But then how sometimes we’re not always sure about them

Like how her eyes sometimes feel Republican

I think I’d like my exes’ exes 

Cause we could talk about self-improvement

And the continuous lack thereof 

For they aren’t even trying 

And we all are!

                        (but we’re lying)  

He’s was on roids and he’s depressed,

One’s on drugs, one’s room’s a mess

And some of us keep writing poetry 

I think I’d like my exes’ exes 

Cause we all have the same taste in music

That might because she introduced it

And gave us copies of the same playlist

Indie folk punk pop with a topping of hip hop

But we all secretly prefer video game soundtracks 

I think I’d like my exes’ exes 

At least as pseudo-social friends

On Twitter or Reddit or tumblr 

They’d like my inane musing 

And I’d retweet them responding to the President

I think I’d like my exes’ exes 

Because we’re all replaceable cogs 

In a bougie, liberal, yuppie fog

Our factory settings are all the same

Just different rust and different names