The reason I don't like you,
let me put it into words.
You're a prat, a drain and a hypocrite,
a bitchy characterless turd.
You talk, you talk, you fucking talk
But you never say a thing.
You think that you give speeches
Like Dr. Martin Luther King.
But you don't because your boring,
You bore us all to tears.
Ruining every social event,
by banging on for years.
Bla bla fucking bla bla bla,
your monotone drones on.
You're in love with the sound of your own voice,
while we just want you gone.
So pack your shit up in your soapbox,
And turn your answer machine on.
Then fuck off back to snoresville,
or wherever the fuck you're from.