Don’t approach me, Karen;
your energy is wearing!
Your beige and grays are barren;
what is wrong with you, Karen?
Do my colors bother you, Karen?
All my greens and sparkly blues — like a Harem!
All my pink-magenta hues — blaring!
Do my colors bother you, Karen?
Your house is brown and beige and gray, resembling doggie poo;
and it contains an even beige-er person — you!
Your taste is bland and limp and dry, like that of a rotting root;
and if you charge at me again, you’ll get my boot!
I’m casting spells...
Godforsaken spells;
they’re heading at you, now...
you better watch the f*ck out!
I’m casting spells...
Godforsaken spells;
my glaring colors shining bright,
throughout the pitch-black dead of night.
Don’t approach me, Karen;
your energy is wearing!
Your beige and grays are barren;
what is wrong with you, Karen?
Do my colors bother you, Karen?
All my greens and sparkly blues — like a Harem!
All my pink-magenta hues — blaring!
Do my colors bother you, Karen?
Your house is brown and beige and gray, resembling doggie poo;
and it contains an even beige-er person — you!
Your taste is bland and limp and dry, like that of a rotting root;
and if you charge at me again, you’ll get my boot!
I’m casting spells...
Godforsaken spells;
sidewinding toward you, now —
fluorescent-green snakes with pink eyes.
I’m casting spells...
Godforsaken spells;
so scurry back to your gray house,
you little busybody mouse!
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