Bytes of Trite Crappin'

Moody Blues is always good

Bytes of trite crappin', never reaching the end
Letters I'm hittin', ne'er deep meanings in them
Proofin' I've always missed, with these eyes before
Just what the spoof is, I can't say anymore
'Cause I stump you, yes I stump you, oh, how I stump you

Raging at sheeple, from rant to rant
Just what I'm postin' here, I can't understand
Some try to tell me, thoughts I can't comprehend
Who cares what they say, I'll just skip to the end
And I stump you, yes I stump you
Oh, how I stump you, how I stump you.

(repeat)

(spoken)

Crude bleats from a blathering loon
Watch thought fade throughout the room
Thread sitting people post back and lament
Another day's useless energy spent
Impassioned posers wrestle with nouns
Leftist man spams a link he has found
New poster spits up and barks at the moon
Senior troll bashers wish they go away soon
Troll bating hoards that cruise in the night
Deluge fresh linkages into the fight
Left posts gay and yellow tripe
And we decide they aren't too bright
And dwell in dark delusion.