New Lyrics: "Don't Harsh My Squee" (Patreon)

Based on a post by David Gerrold. Sounding like a jazz trio to me.

Here I am on my Facebook page, talkin’ bout something I like,Somethin’ that gives me pleasure, that makes my dopamine spike.Then along comes this troll boy, sayin’ it’s somethin’ he hates,Doesn’t even go into detail -- man, you messed with the Fates.

Don’t piss my bliss, don’t chill my thrill,Don’t yuck my um, don’t stop my bop.Don’t stomp my bomp, don’t poop my boop,Don’t sad my glad, don’t stress my bless.You come in, try to destroy things,You can’t let people enjoy things,Well, my friend, you get the trebuchet --Dude, don’t harsh my squee.

I mention a movie that I love, an actor I respect,A book, a game, a restaurant, this moron calls it dreck.He doesn’t give a reason, he assumes we know he’s right,Well, let me straighten you out, my friend, it’s time for a virtual flight.

Don’t piss my bliss, don’t chill my thrill,Don’t yuck my um, don’t stop my bop.Don’t stomp my bomp, don’t poop my boop,Don’t sad my glad, don’t stress my bless.You’re nothin’ but a drive-by drudgeWith a heart of ice and a brain of sludge,For that you go right out the do’--Dude, don’t harsh my squee.

Your little corner of the ‘Net can find itself defiled,By smartass guys who don’t disguise they think they’re Oscar Wilde,But I’ve got more important things to do than argue with a trollYou think your shit is actually wit, and your pointless hate is droll.

So if you see a Facebook post with which you don’t agree,Here’s a little safety tip goin’ out to you from me.Your argument’s a sucking chest wound that you’d better staunch,Or else I’ll crank the trebuchet and fuckin’ launch your haunch.

Don’t piss my bliss, don’t chill my thrill,Don’t yuck my um, don’t stop my bop.Don’t stomp my bomp, don’t poop my boop,Don’t sad my glad, don’t stress my bless.Don’t ploy my joy, don’t flay my play,Don’t troll my droll, don’t quibble my tribble,With a single click, you proved you’re a dick --Dude, don’t harsh my squee.You’ll believe a man can fly, then land --Dude, don’t harsh my squee.I got things to do, none o’ them are you --Dude, don’t harsh my squee.

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