down looking to make some trouble, what he likes to do on weekends, heard about your poem, trying to create a new alphabet, and got mightily ****** (at you)
we have an open IM, and live crosstown from each other, and he/she is kinda shy, (from gender confusion,) asked me to relay this to you, Madame BG Star:
you, who writes a new poem on the hour, got a *** of nerve, dissatisfied with the limits of your tools, should not overly complain!
you got gifted, and use up your allotment of alpha rearrangements and never get billed, should be more considerate, and just write more.
and then he said something else, because he always gets the last word...
you have an affinity for the letter L it would appear, so here is your punishment, for the rest of the week write like a madwoman
but no words that employ this lala sound!
how do you like that my little lollipop ******?
having scored some five and dime bags, (cannabis legal not, up above) went home to run the world in his usual state of (dis)grace
don't b-ame the messenger, cause he said over his shoulder as departing on his fiery chariot, that applies to you too u troublemaking