Been looking at this group and feeling discrimmed:
My own needy letter has clearly been trimmed,
And since we live in times of invoking rights,
I'm up-putting my dukes and taking on fights,
'Cause I'm not assuaged by that cute little plus,
Nailed on at the end to avoid any fuss.
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I refer to X, maybe followed by P,
And no, the P doesn't refer just to me,
But to eX-Patriots who like me live abroad,
Making excuses for our country quite flawed,
And in Immigration bearing disgraces,
My face just one of multitudinous cases.
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Sweet visa now in hand, I must find a mate:
My sweet nothings on foreign language to skate,
How easy it'd be were I LGBT,
Loving communities just waiting for me,
But no, my cliff's steep, competition so strong,
To lasso a mare is a fight hard and long.
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Then on to convincing her skeptical folks,
Her brothers snickering with in-the-rib pokes,
My verbs standing shaky and make little sense,
But I'd bought Bitcoin when it cost fifty cents,
"Accentuate the positive" became their song,
My verbs and poor accent no longer so wrong.
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Some aspects of marriage can with Braille be smoothed,
But fights over armchairs leave my Spanish bruised.
There's cultural diff's on what fine dining is,
Good living room lighting and "Mrs." or "Ms."
So add an XP to go along with the rest,
My suffering subset thus proper' expressed.
