The back upon which Jezza jumped and rode into the ground;
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The humiliated vertebrae that mighty mark crushed down;
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That pathetic platform from which Jesualenko leapt into the sky;
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That ladder to immortality has finally laid down to die.
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Yes, Graeme "Jerker" Jenkin, the man who stood his ground
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And took the pain that gave other's fame is six foot underground;
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Giant jolly "Jerker" Jenkin, Jesaulenko's dupe -
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All he got out of that magic mark was a tenancy to stoop.
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Did he hear the thundering footsteps on that fateful day?
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As he looked up at that Sherrin, did he know he'd have no say
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As Jezza jumped to fame and glory with one almighty leap,
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And he was left to be forgotten in a crumpled heap?
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And so all you men of small ability and mediocre skill,
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All those of you who, in the race of life, are left standing still;
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Those who must always know others are unquestionably better -
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The second class, the also ran, the unsuccessful go getter;
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The minor leaguers, the average markers, the consistent second raters;
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The stay at homers, the timid loners, the habitual masturbators;
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The ugly girls, the amputees, the screaming Mongoloids;
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The senile old, the deformed young, the bladders that unwillingly void;
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The cancer ridden, the A.I.D.S. victim, the plastic surgery disaster;
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The fake bowel, the anguished howl as the psychopath shafts ya;
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The violated; the child rapist; the jerk off artist;
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The disaster fated, the intensely hated, the involuntary fartist;
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All of you huge race of men with mind or body dismembered
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Never forget the name of the man who will never be remembered;
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And beware!, all who have hopes of happiness you pathetically nurture,
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Lest you forget the back upon which Jezza jumped, the giant Graeme "Jerker"
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The Back Upon Which Jezza Jumped
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| TISM |
