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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Aint nothing in life so weak and parasitic As the smug self-delusional heckling critic Full of repressed envy with a manner most vile He slithers to his seat to vent his acrid bile Bereft of any talent to do anything himself Can't wait to put the boot into everybody else Can't act, can't dance, can't sing, can't play Doesn't have the jizz to get up on stage anyway Sad man, sad man, silly little sad man. Really rates himself as a man who knows his stuff Mouthing well-used insults (too dumb for off-the-cuff) When you're up there playing he'll inevitably try To portray mock disdain if you ever catch his eye So pay no mind to this impotent imbecile Who follows his calling with unrelenting zeal No wit, no style, no clout, no class The turgid remains of a charisma bypass Sad man, sad man, pity for the sad man. Like a keyboard warrior, an internet troll Loves it when his barbs hit an unsuspecting goal And if you ever flinch, he's got you mind and soul Thinks this master of the moment the ninja in control Next time I'm performing I pray that he will show I'll come on all guns blazing, and hope he has a go This piteous mug who'll dismiss me with a sneer Chuckling with his cronies at how bad I've been up here On social media you can bet he'll go to town Spewing forth his venom as he tries to put me down No joy, no smile, no love, no praise A pitiful indictment of his hollow darklit days. Sad man, sad man, silly little sad man.
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