If a Souper Slander My Name

all you write about is them happy old days before hair wore thin turned white from grey rumour has it bad mouthing my name wise men stay away while you complain. what is it you don’t like how I talk of real life downhill sights how life bites, am I not herpy cherpy enough wear a smile on my face hurt me hardly not even fazed, clearly I'm a vile taste tough tea teas at least I'm honest not slander committees out to harm whilst hidden weak and witchy. see you write of love and nice but slag me off like a poltergeist, behind my back throwing dice shut your face my only advice. cus me and you are different ages I’m the internet you’re paper pages in my prime you’re about to go crazy spend all day spaced out and dazy whoops the daisy looks like you got a raise out me now rose I'll bash thee rashly head to toe bask then dash free feeding woes. picking out a poet with less experience not close all those your age make you appear dense in pose so got to go low shooting like a bozo but you should know though I’m a rascal make you dizzie in slowmo you should never pull my lever growing up you wrote with feather mister cotton wool I'm the leather bull you spread the word make your message fly cus I’ll live for sixty years after you die that's it conflict over leave you old slumped over nice to know ya not really coward bye now