plain white shut up

Jul 11, 2007 17:52

Dear Fictional Narrator Singing A Plain White T's Song (and the real guy that wrote it),

Delilah's 1,000 miles away in New York City in college and she's probably cheating on you, since after all, she probably broke your throne and cut your hair (not a good start, by the way).  And don't think you're in the clear.  If your band makes it big (good luck on that by the way), you'll be out banging groupies in your tour bus, and you might as well, because you're not going to be able to come up with a decent follow-up album to keep yourselves in the public eye.  And if the song is somehow brilliantly satirizing this genre of song (which would be awesome, but probably be giving you way too much credit), it is completely lost on this generation of naive idiot teenagers who communicate in the bastardized English of text messages.

This is what happens when I can't stop hearing your damn song on the radio, to the point of it being on two stations around here at the same time.  To sum it up (because again, you probably don't like words of length or those with too many vowels that can be left out):  Stop being a whiny pussy, man up and move on.

Cordially,
Me

P.S. Is that too cynical?
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