by David Bellel
The moment you shoot up,
Before you put on your makeup,
I say a little prayer for you.
While Cameron combs your hair, now,
And wondering what bling to wear, now,
I say a little prayer for you.
Forever, forever,
You’ll stay at 599
And I will hate you
Forever, forever,
We’ll watch your decline,
Oh, how I’ll hate you
Together, together,
That’s how it must be
We’re stuck for seven more years with you,
Truly a Yankee tragedy for we.
You can find more of David’s Yankee screeds at his blog, Pseudo-Intellectualism.
Yeah, that really is a screed.