The Major Christmas Song
(after the Christmas Song by Mel Torme)
Forging cancels on an open
wire
Smugly nuking random prose
50 or so, send them out till I tire
And think my IP never shows
Everybody knows I’m a turkey,
An abusive one. Forging cancels isn’t right.
If I get away with my actions you say
You’ll find it hard to sleep tonight.
You know an email’s on its
way
To the abuse desk at Road Runner so they say,
But their incompetence is so profound
They bought my story, I kept my account.
And so I’m offering this
lame refrain
An unbelievable excuse.
And so I have heard many times, many ways
Major Screw-up, screw you.
You know an email’s on its
way
To the abuse desk at Road Runner so they say,
But their incompetence is so profound
They bought my story, I kept my account.
And so I’m offering this
lame refrain
An unbelievable excuse.
And so I have heard in even more obscene ways
Major Screw-up, Major Screw-up, Major Screw-up, screw you.
