Hello my Nemesis we meet once again. Of course you know I do not want to play with you. I find your sneakiness irritating and your ego over-inflated So I will sing you my tribute song and then you must scoot sir.
In the key of C similar music to George’s The way she moves
Something in the way he moves attacks me like no other motherfu….no you do not get to ruin that one.
Ah got it
Your a mean one Mr Stench, your flop makes so ill….my stomach turns to knots my voice is shrill….nope I love me some Seuss you cannot have that one.
Unfortunately I do not write original music so I refuse to allow you to ruin composition by genuis.
Ah my way, a poem:
Ode to an asshole hmmm to easy..
Go I do not need you anymore it is ok little bird stop your fluttering in my tum
Go I do not want you anymore the future is not written even the tiniest sum
I said Go your very presence makes all situations worse
Go and take your venom and your verse
Leave my heart, my head my chest, my breath, my soul
Take your sidekicks as well allowing you in my life has gotten very old
Anxiety my ticklish friend I am also speaking to you
The what if the maybe I the cant be true
You are not welcome in this world, my world, my desire
This one cannot pay the extra baggage fee you require
So now you are bound, not welcome, not free to take my soul
I know you think you are powerful but to me asshole you are just old.