The Unfairness Of Angels

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 Live from Las Vegas, the main event this evening, Facebook V Myspace
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"Ladies and gentleman, boys and girls, welcome to the main event
Live from Las Vegas, I give you the encounter that they said they couldn't present
In the blue corner, i give you the undisputed internet website Myspace
And in the red corner, Facebook, it's not a book and it's not a face"

Ding a ling, a ling, Round one!
And facebook starts with a few jabs for being more fun
But then myspace comes out with an excellent right hook
With its better layouts, it lays out facebook
Facebook is reeling now, as myspace has better sound
The referee, jumps in and it's the end of the first round
Facebook comes out like a caged tiger storming into myspace
As myspace cowers into the ropes as facebook is a more enjoyable place
But facebook walks into myspace's body blow
As myspace is much better for bloging as we all know
The rounds fly by, as facebook jabs at myspace's stupid bands and the fakes
It starts to get ugly with myspace taunting facebook about how long the uploads takes
Facebook hits back with an uppercut and a beautiful left hook and then another
And taunts myspace that to be friends in facebook you have to know each other
And don't have people posting stupid adverts and children pretending to be hot lesbians
And scummy soap dodgers, being wannabe play writing thespians
Myspace fights back, with some masterful punches landed and thrown
As facebook can't handle the attack it's starts to groan
And as the towel is about to be thrown in
It remembers all the fun applications it has and knocks myspace on the chin
Myspace can't fight back; it is limited with what it can offer
And calls facebook a perverted spying site, a dirty voyeur
Both are bruised and cut and have wounds and our bloody
As the crowd starts to chant, "Add me! Add me! Add me!"
And as the sexy girl carries around the final round card
Facebook calls myspace a Trojan ridden retard
Both our tired now as they cling to each other, as the judges start the scoring
The crowd becomes restless and starts booing and chanting "You're both boring!"
The bell sounds and it's all other, and as the crowd and the pair wait, not knowing
The referee calls it a draw and that the real winner is poetrypoem.....













facebook/matthew thomas bartram
myspace/punkybones



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