Clear that junk from your eyes, and post-haste!You just don't have one moment to waste!Many fans are leap-froggingTo eye-ball your next bloggingIf you fail, well, they'll mash you to paste!
Hey, pal, there's no time to feel listlessThe public is a fickle mistressYour lines are awaitedWith breath that is batedSo emerge from your little chrysalis
It's hard to continue to dozeWhile reading the rot you composeFrom sleep I awakeAnd do double-takeAnd never my eyes again close!
Well, I never, I do declareBeen treated like this anywhereYour words cause much painWhen we meet againA new one for you I will tear!
They say words won't break human bonesThat harm will come from sticks and stonesBut feelings are realAnd jibes some guys feelEspecially guys like old crones
I'll show you, you young whippersnapperI'll teach you to open your yapperI'll pound some respectStraight down your neckBut first,I must go use the crapper(damn prostate)
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