I'm - on this site and suddenly,
What's this lousy thing I see?
Someone is harrassing me.
It's those foul devil ones
That he gives all my songs.
It's those unlevel ones,
And it's wrong.

Scores five-one-three
Don't bother me,
So I'm not bleeding.
Auto ones stink.
They make me think
The jerk's not reading
Anything I'm writing.

I'm - prone to give too many fives.
'Though it gives the purists hives,
Kindness in my spirit thrives.
But I moan in despair
When there're three aces there.
He's a foul derriere
That smells strong!

Just when I think it's
Finished for good.
Foul devil ones
Ripping my work
Just 'cause he could.


(Instrumental interlude to just before the mid-point)


By - now my skin has grown quite thick,
Shrugging off the same old trick
From this clueless needle dick!
I don't want to place blame,
So I'll knock off the flame
If he'd just sign his name
All along.

Unlike the Congress
Who got our goat,
This is the deal:
Read the darn thing
Before you vote!