nepeta

Ive finished singing tacos tirade

I think they're too afraid to,
(Feeling double-crossed is part of),
Bear the bed they've made,
(Dealing with a loss, yes, but the),
Can't bring themselves to face the awful truth.
(Healing is a process, that's the truth)

Taco:
So I'm turning up the heat to "sauté",
I've a beef to get grilled,
But I fully guarantee that today all the beans that get spilled,
Won't be mine, no I'm fine,
Shhhh...
Now it's time...

Taco:
It's too late-

MePad:
It's not too late,

Taco:
For me to restart!

Taco:
But it's not I, its they,
(Let us talk about it when your),
Who deign to play this game, so,
(head is not so clouded. You're no),
Cruel and inhumane, base and uncouth,
(menace, Taco, how did they hurt you?)
(Please think this through)

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!

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-

I'm so boredddddd

those who know 🤔

bps2
The pride month items ARE coming I'm 200%

I WANT THOSE STUPID VOID ANTLERS. GIVE ME MONEY. GIVE ME MONEY ok?

Boi im gonna do a backflip if the damn pride items won't come soon......