Hello darkness, my old friend
I’ve come to hate-watch you again
To brave the pious fanboy rages
To shout, “GRRM has no pages”
To see how much misery they can fit on one TV screen
No gods can glean
Whence comes The Winds of Winter
We still have to put up with Dorne
One more wan oath Brienne hath sworn
Jon Snow is dead repeated several times
Meereen still overrun with aggro mimes
And several dudes got stabbed
One in the face, and as his soul ascends
Thusly ends
His watch for Winds of Winter
Real dope to hear Dothraki though
They’re comic relief on a show
Where It’s a bloody woman’s funny
Where She was nothing like me’s sunny
And Fuck everyone who isn’t us reads as deep philosophy
Might those words be
In (the notably nonexistent) Winds of Winter
Kill all the men left in this mess
Spare Dinklage and Davos I guess
Real Widows of Slain Khals should be a hoot
Chuck the Iron Islands in a garbage chute
Meanwhile the Red Woman’s stuck in an X-rated Tool video
Cool FX, bro
So blow the Winds of Winter
An Aside
Did you know Disturbed covers this song?
The YouTube comment threads are long
It’s known to induce open weeping
And keep fussy babies sleeping
For those with more piercings than good sense, by all means feel free
To do foul karaoke
As you await The Winds of Winter
Anyway
Another naked chick I saw
10,000 boners, maybe more
Sprung by snarky tweeters fapping
(Mocked by smug jerkoffs recapping)
’Cause we all need this show, loved or loathed
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