t'was the day I tried to sleep, tried to take a nap.
I heard a gay sound, I then yelled: "What the crap?!"
I sat up in my bed, I then looked at the tube,
Those guys at Tickle U sure are fricking rude.
I went back to sleep, then awoken abruptly,
I yelled at the TV, for them interrupting.
"You stupid gay retards, I'm trying to sleep!"
"Don't Make me go over there and BLEEP! BLEEP! BLEEP!"
Then I calmed down, layed my head on my pillow,
If a tree were alive it'd yell "PUSSY WILLOW!"
The reason of that, t'was Gerald Mc Boing-Boing
For the love of god, they're getting annoying!
This bull crap's becoming a pain in the (grass),
It's like they just want me to come kick their ass.
I went up to my TV, punched it very hard,
I got angry and yelled "YOU F@$KING RETARDS!"
With rage in my eyes, I went back to my bed,
Just then, an idea just popped into my head.
I need my remote, WTF? I can't find it!
Like the Rock Angelz movie, the remote will you mind it?
I had to find it, put the TV on mute,
Like the Rock angelz Fiasco,10 times more acute.
Are you wondering why I'm referencing Bratz?
I couldn't mute the TV, I'll just put it at that.
Where is my remote? I had to find it quick,
I needed to sleep, I was real freakin' sick!
I tore up my bedroom, Threw my bed at the wall,
Stuck my head in the trash-can, t'was nowhere at all.
It was 9:05, too long till 11:00,
though it's 2 hours long, it feels more like 7.
After coughing and sneezing and 4 bloody noses,
(with the bloody tissues looking sorta like roses)
I looked at the floor and saw something strange,
I thought I was crazy, gone nutso, deranged!
It was my remote, I picked it up fast,
faster then I ever did in the past.
I turned around quickly, I then pressed mute,
The TV still made sounds, What the monkey poot?
I was pressing and pressing , just my freakin' luck,
I saw battery acid, Oh F**K! OH F**K!
How was I supposed to clean all this up,
without really seriously F**king my hand up?
I had no time to lose, I then felt 3 bad pains,
3 cuts on my hands, hurt by this acid rain.
I put my hands in cold water, it was hurting like hell,
But just to my luck, The friggin' door bell!
With pain in my hands, I ran to the door,
a package delivery, oh crap, there are more!
Packages in my hands, dust getting on the cuts,
I dropped them in pain, because it hurt so much.
I shattering, breaking, a crash, and a boom,
I saw the packages on the floor in that room.
The boxes said "fragile", I was out of luck,
I broke wine bottles, wine glasses, and dishes, This really sucks.
I threw them in the trash, I destroyed all the cardboard,
I went back to my room, I can't take this anymore!
I wish this day had never come about,
Just let this be a dream, where my day was thrown out.
I then woke up from a bad dream, Had these events took place?
My TV was on mute, everything was in its space,
My hands were still burning, broken glass in the trash,
I had come back from the hospital, my memories were ash.
The last thing I remember was being KO-ed,
these events did take place, one time, I now know.