I hoped perhaps that one fine fucking day
You'd go without posting something so fucking gay
But your "Perception" story reinforced my fucking fear
that all your posts are fucking queer
Your tale was lame, to say the fucking most
quite the waste of another fucking post
The style was fucking lame, the plot was fucking weak
like your fucking arms, you fucking pansy geek
First, the theme was stolen from Slaughterhouse-fucking-Five
You better be glad Kurt Vonnegut is still fucking alive
Or he'd be rolling in his grave from that piece of fucking shit
You butchered something fucking good, your throat should be fucking slit
The characters were fucking undeveloped, like your half-inch long fucking dick
and if given the choice, I'd have to fucking pick
licking the clits of two fifty-cent fucking whores
than having to read another one of your fucking metaphors
Why don't you just go back to something you're fucking good at?
Uh... nothing, you say? Have you tried fucking the housecat?
In your case, it might be more productive than trying to fucking write
and if you approach from behind, Kitty probably won't scratch or fucking bite
But if you insist on more fucking writing, here's my fucking advice
I'll try to be fucking constructive, I'll try to be fucking nice...
Oh, fuck it! I know I'd just be wasting more of my fucking time
As if I haven't spent enough already getting this reply to motherfucking rhyme.
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