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I HATE LEXIA


Anti-Ode To Lexia

You make kids cry; you make me want to die.

When people have to use you, you make them sigh.

Your stupid, low-monotone voice makes me cringe.

It’s so annoying, I would rather hang off a hinge.

I dislike you more than Cocomelon, you should not exist.

I’d rather take a hike on a bike.

And I’ll say, SIKE!

I don’t wanna see you, I don't want to use you, you could die, and I don’t care.

I would just go to a fair. 

Womp to the wompiest WOMP.

I would hit you with a mop.

Make you fly into space.

Then hit you with an iron mace.

You are a waste of space.

 
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