Why are you so toothless?
Sucking down your pudding that remains ever-proofless
Wait until you wake up in a cold, cold sweat
But the flood of regret has not set in yet
Starving for attention, how it hurts
Filling up on your just desserts now
Leaving, ain’t no one grieving
I’m not trying to berate you, I’m succeeding
How do I hate thee?
Let me count the ways, let me count the ways
This could go on for days and days and days and days
What’s your sign? I bet it’s “kick me”
Strutting like a high-tailed, yowling pygmy
Figuratively spit in the melee
Sideways glancing as if you’re Pele
You need to believe, to hold onto the dream
To the cheese in your cream, to the fans that ain’t screaming
Listen, in your position you’re missing
Give my regard to the wind you piss in
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