Joyous people make me sick sometimes
Not because they're joyous
Nor because they're people
But because they're joyous around me
Seeing them happy gives me red eyes, a simple person ready to commit crimes

I will stomp on your toes
I will ruin your photos
I will fart near your nose
And I'll spill drinks on your clothes

I have no control of what's happening
Because, like I said it, was an accident.
Don't get mad at me for your misfortune
Your actions brought this distruction
Now reap the repercussions

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