There is no such thing as proper anymore,
proper is probably pretty uptight.
Proper place, proper time, proper line, property.
Proper is defined by you and never by me.
Proper is the end of ecstasy and the beginning of happily ever after.
Proper better take a walk on the other side of the tracks sometime
and see why it’s so 1990′s,
so undignified, so shallow and no longer part of the party.
Good riddance proper,
long may it rot in the pile with should have, ought to and
oh no I insist.
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