MAJOR TURTERAL:
The Unabomber's mental state is rotten, hateful, criminal
His IQ: bust! Disgust! It must be just above the minimal
Sees song: unhinge; perhaps revinge for some slight slight, subliminal
Can't stand your song; your tune's all wrong; your lyrics and your hymn 'n all
So sadly sick: no signing nick; how cowardly anonymous!
He's mad as hatter! Subject matter? Politics, economous?
He hates your views; votes Ones and Twos; a sNOwman quite abominous
[pause, then continue, speaking]
No original thoughts? Got it!
[resume singing]
Unable: write; no site sight, cite; nor authoring autonomous
RIGHTEOUS AMIRIGHTERS:
For this, no cure: enduring, sure: de jure, insecurity [P]
Assure: unsure; inure: manure; you're boor with poor maturity **
Your votes: obscure; our haute couture: procure parodic purity
MAJOR TURTERAL:
Just read 'n weep: this (bleep)in' creep that no one gives a da*n about
Let's flout this lout; he'll no doubt pout; devoutly clout and jam him out
Revolting dolt: insulting jolt: low-voltage bolt, though slam 'n shout
This spamming sham can cram his scam 'n ram it up his ham-end route
ALL:
In rating creativity, he has a strong proclivity
For nagging negativity and panning progressivity
MAJOR TURTERAL:
He gets his fun: vote 1-1-1, no matter how well: rhyme and pace
You: such strict vetter. You do better? Show your rhyme, you slime disgrace
You vote us rough? Go strut your stuff! Enough of bluff! It's time: facts, face!
You're so perverse! Your Ones, disburse; our verse: terse curse; sublime: debase
When we amaze, and others praise, it must, you, faze; so, prattle, you
Our brains ablaze, we turn pert phrase with witty ways, so, brattle, you
You gaze; eyes glaze: displays: word-plays. Surveys; dismays; so battle, you
[pause, then continue, speaking]
He's upset! What to do? ... Got it!
[resume singing]
Portrays malaise in anal phase, so toss his a*s out! That'll do!
WRITEOUS AMIWRITERS:
On our hard drive, we so hard, strive; post, hope: arrive the Fives, or some
This cat so jive makes votes nose-dive; contrive: deprive; derive joy from
Too bad! We thrive! Your "bombs", survive! How are you still alive, so dumb?
MAJOR TURTERAL:
Our inspiration: new creation. Him: frustration; hate 'n frown
Gets Fives? Elation! Celebration! Aberration: rate it down
His skills not great; he must berate; become irate; negate your crown
He can't create; debate; relate; can only m*st*rb*te, this clown
ALL:
In short, votes not on quality, but rather with frivolity
Though seemingly, a pall it be, a worthless vote is all it be
MAJOR TURTERAL:
[slower]
He spun his Ones as Tommy guns his funnest puns:
"Amer'can Pie"To syll'ble match: dispatch from scratch; each "get": snatch, 'natch; a "catcher", wry ***
Why, thusly, do? I'm sure all you have not a clue, and nor do I
Does top-notch work inflame this jerk? Not just a quirk, but truth: deny
Your best, most brilliant? Be resilient; no emollient slacks his rage
Your magnum opus? There's no hope; this magnum dopus whacks your page
You roll 'n rock? He doesn't grok, so has to mock; attacks, he'll wage
[pause, then continue, speaking]
Grok 'n roll ... tough metaphor to follow, no? ... Got it!
[resume singing, at original tempo]
Shlock's flock of crock, no bloc could block. Let go of c*ck, and act your age!
RIGHTFUL AMIVOTERS:
You think: neat trick, a nit to pick? Not! Nitwit, thick; our butts, can lick
Not quick, but brick-like chicken-shtick: Us: not afflict; don't give a frick!
Rube hick, us: tick, by click thus (sic)? Nix, Slick! Grab wick and flick your Bic!™
MAJOR TURTERAL:
The Unaclick's a lunatic, with mouse for gun; here comes the One
His talent: none; he thinks it's fun to dump a ton, then "hit and run"
He's just begun? Methinks he's done! Take no note - none! -- and comments, shun!
So look *here*, Son: rhyme, stunning, spun; and "One-s" again, you've been outdone! :) :-) :-D
ALL, IN UNISON:
In short, in matters voterous, his "loco"-motor's odorous
Not fragrant, flagrant! Vagrant's floaters: Flaming farts quite ode-he-us ****
[A Unabomber leaves a comment:]
Could you redo that parody, please? It's perfectly paced and ferociously funny, so change it.
[The Turtle soloist looks at the Admin, and says:]
Pest! He must be blotto, shrill bouffe! *****
[repeat 3rd verse, ("He spun his Ones...")
at a speed even faster than the original tempo,
and without the pause or spoken part.]
[P = Pacing note] For those whose Latin is ruste, the final "e* is pronounced in Latin words, so "jure" sounds like "jury" in English (two syllables in "jure"), says the Duste Springfield fan.