On Sat, 2 Mar 2013 12:02:14 -0800 (PST), "
BettorO...@aol.com"
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BettorO...@aol.com> wrote:
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Within the chat rooms and out upon Usenet,
Failure man grp-ie was stalking.
He met with a female with a child 7 yrs old,
And shortly they were a-talking
Your daughter, your future, I would curse for you.
Your daughter, I will wish death a-pon.
Your young child will die if all goes by plan.
And Failure man grp-ie will blessed be.
Grp-ie he ranted and Grp-ie he raved,
And beat his, um, 'hellen' with his fists-o.
He laughed and he cried, he shouted and he swore,
For his mad mind laughs at him with a kiss-o.
You speak with a RICO, you speak with a hate,
You speak for the failures that haunt me
For am I not head G-U-R-U? of ALL dolly land,
Your sanity's words are to taunt me.
He took out his baggie of Prawns and of sauce,
And denied them to strippers, breaking their heart-o.
The women laughed long and the bouncer threw him out,
And his dollies rejoiced and did sing-o.
Oh, where is the stripper that I would not feed,
Who threw the cold drink in my face-o?
I see but my, um, 'hellen' with it's herpes so red,
Where hours ago my fist it did pound-o
Failure man grp-ie , he threatens and stalks,
And stays online for the night and the day-o.
But his eyes are not sane nor his speech be too clear
And he longs to kill himself, but will fail-o.
Grp-ie, he whistles the simplest of tunes,
And asks of the dollies their pardon.
For his failures have flown into every flower grown,
And he must spread shit in mommie's garden.