With your cursory mouse on the dictionary's lines
As your mind tries jokes and forswears by whines
And for pilfered thoughts and for choice white lies
Oh, twos a-from them prove you stink, would nary do
With more mockin' spells projected to trash
All your tweaked bard-isms which you pace with panache
And your stressed mind wilts as your spaced kind's bashed
Who could function to raise drinks to carry through

Mad-eyed ravings of an old man
Where the mad-eyed authors say the troll man's shunned
My paired proud rhymes, my palladium puns
Should I heave and ride away
Or, mad-eyed mateys, should I stay

If you seek fine medals for your well-liked taste
Is your desk in shards, missing some facts scanned in haste
Is your suave penned prose just a hollow waste
Who a-stuns them that slink-ly would rout rescue
With your will to jest when the fun site's thin
It's rude surprise when the mood's quite grim
Grab your hash-cooked bong, fan your tipsy whims
Who has gumption to hide blues that test you

Mad-eyed ravings of an old man
Where the mad-eyed moppets say the troll man's dumb
My rare-found fives, my thirteenian ones
Should I peeve them spies that hate
Or, mad-eyed mateys, should I skate

The things that bore us with their conflict gist
Are waving online with their germanium fists
And you shouldn't doze, with hoods flappin' tyke lips
And whose dysfunction freely flaunts butts to diss you
With their childish games and their midlife jugs
And their klannish banners and their smothered shrugs
As their sow's poise soused and their curs do drugs
Whose conjunctions group to link to delist you

Mad-eyed ravings of an old man
Where the mad eye sockets make the troll man numb
My shared grouch cries, my complainium hum
Should I grieve nearby your state
Or, mad-eyed mateys, should I prate

Oh, the charmers and the shiftless men, they all hid from sight
They stowed, too, the red fables that they mused to write
But why do they flick twos and criticize with delight
Such clowns! Should they ever debate you
They dish crude invectives with aims to disarm
Gut pithy themes of your peeps and your own exalted yarns
And rip the wiles of the new chum bashed, thus, in for harm
How would the ever-clever verse rate twos

Mad-eyed ravings of an old man
Where the mad-eyed authors brace for troll man's thumbs
Eyes glare, louts rived by arraignment of bums
Should I seethe when I'm irate
Or, mad-eyed mateys, should I grate

As your sleep's nettled reverie with battery low
Incurs MAGA-themed humdrum whose ones-play thrusts scads of woe
And your mental-fest's doused when dudes just can't tell what flows
Dudes expunge them whom you think could enjoy you
Now you're panned by pure creeps beyond all control
With their lowly battalions which sure linger with moles
As the faint tykes pace and the gross tykes stroll
Cold dudes a-lungin' to the brink to annoy you

Mad-eyed ravings of an old man
Where the mad-eyed mockers hate the troll man's thrum
Wry AIR crowd fried by the ratings of scum
Should I seek another place
Oh, mad-eyed mateys: Good! I'm 'faced!