Miss Ann Thrope

Pretending to be a woman
Another deception critical in his reception
Suffering from an attention deficit
He
Or She
Or ..... It?
Sure does know how to whore' em
Spewing shock jock sound bytes
Throughout the days and nights
In the Adults Only Internet forum
A childlike mind lacking decorum
Attacking anyone that suits him

Speaking of suiting himself
It's a hypocritting wolf crying shame
This mimicking of whatever we do
A dabbling of me
A doppleganger of you
Everyone is fair game

Miss Ann Thrope is the name

Still not enough to feed
A black hole where his soul should be
The answer lies in feigning cancer
Buying sympathy

Dull is the droll troll with itchy butthole
Sitting 24/7 at his PC
Inexcusable behavior excused with,
What else is there for me to do?

Oh, Boo-fucking-hoo

My hope
My wish
My prayer is

For every vicious rumor you spread
It further grows a bona fide tumor
In your fucked up head
And you wake up in your death bed
Realizing too little too late
What a waste of precious life you've led