You Rule

Dan Dorfsman

I tore up the map
I had of yer face
And I faced you
And told you
To slag off
And sit down and
Shut up for awhile
Get rid of the sound of pubescence in your voice

I thought that you were
The son of Samson
And that we could romp
Like collagen through
The lips of a starlet

But instead you
Frolicked through the
Mine fields of your mind
And I bet yer all salty now

You're all bitter and stale
We could feed you
To America's finest
But we don't
Cause yer so high strung
It makes you a bit stringy and
Hard to chew

But I'd eat'cha
Yer a lil hard to digest sometimes
But I can handle just about anything right now
And I don't need a map of your face
I can find my own way

So slag off
Sit down and shutup
And think awhile
And suffer

You Fool
You Rule