Imagine all the people
Listening to a rousing
Mistake.
An unfortunate tune
A misbegotten melody
A big fucking OOPS.
Like having sex with Vanessa Carlton
And then hearing her music
In the morning.
Your bad.
A soggy syncopated song,
A detrimentally dull ditty,
Does not do it for Daddy.
No way, chum.
Really, your retarded rhythm
Leaves me gasping for good clean air.
Good God, man, your song sucks.
You do not get points for trying.
In fact, you lose points for trying.
Your mana has bottomed out, broheim.
Give it up.
Go back to Vanessa.
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