Year Three, Week Forty-Two: “Idiot Logical”

Lyrics:

Everywhere I look
I see your face before me
like an old computer image
burned into the screen
That is all it took
Nothing seems to bore me
faster than your visage
You know just what I mean

I don’t know you but I hate you
Would you give me space to grieve
Only a troll would ever date you
With those awful things you believe

Have you any shame
Have you any decency
To see a mother crying
and spit into her eye
And what about your name
Did you choose it very recently
You’re gonna die from laughing
You won’t even know why

I don’t know you but I hate you
Would you give me space to grieve
Only a troll would ever date you
With those awful things you believe

I don’t know you but I hate you
Would you give me space to grieve
Only a troll would ever date you
With those awful things you believe

I don’t know you but I hate you
Would you give me space to grieve
Only a troll would ever date you
With those awful things you believe

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