Dear Nameless Brief Composition Written Or Adapted For Singing.

Dear Nameless Brief Composition Written Or Adapted For Singing

The years

They've been about as kind to you

As a certain forsaken hair-do

Its called the "mullet"

And it would take a bullet

To the cranium

If it were ever compared to you

Then blessed havoc would ensue

I've sworn myself to secrecy

Not to call you by name

Because I have the decency

Of a friendly softball game

But I'm not beyond

Dropping a hint or two

Don't you dare abscond

But if you do

Take your crappy, over-played, anal-tract-extracted, nausea-inducing, circa 1998 melancholy vibe with you

I must admit

My chest feels lighter

With every well-placed hit

To the fiber

Of your soul

I'm fresh out of self-control

And your chorus

Has long-since gotten old

The truth is

You bring to mind

A horrible time

One I've almost banished

From my consciousness

Its nothing personal

But you can take

A flying leap

Into a luke-warm bowl of corn flakes

I promise not to weep

Or even lose a moment of sleep

Have fun dying a slow

And painful death

In the silence of the radio

I won't be attending your funeral

Yeah...That was harsh, I know. I'm sure you're guessing what song is the center of my hatred. Guess all you wish. The secret is mine. Though I'm willing to bet someone will figure it out. Until then you can all ponder it.