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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