the average mefon4:

Here is taco’s whatever it is Taco: Any moment now... MePad: Are you sure this is what you want? Taco: (Scoff) Oh spare me your spin, you tablet tabloid. If you want to psychoanalyze someone, don't look at me. Taco(sung): Look at them! It's so pathetic, How they run to fetch their sticks. Sure, call me polemic, unsympathetic, At least I know other tricks! Look at me and all you'll see is the debris of some defective outcast, A frenetic, antithetic (if poetic) little iconoclast, But I won't live in the past. Taco(spoken): I almost won this game once, you know. But! Taco(sung): History is rearranged just to credit those who win the glory, So reality is changed in the edit when they spin the story, And we choose, to feel this pain, And we lose, more than we gain... But I will break this cycle, Of mistakes, unlike all, Of these snakes whom I call to condemn, If I can't win the prize, I'll play this last reprisal, Just to bring their lies all to an end. Taco(spoken): -Ack! MePad: Y