**** You

Slouched behind the keyboard
Your fingertips are nails
I bet face to face
Your social skills surprisingly fail
Come a little closer
I didn't catch your name
Insult me all you want to
But dare you do it to my face
**** you, **** you
**** you, **** you
You're entitled to your opinion
But I must ask you why
If all you say is hurtful
I would take to heart your written sigh?
It was heavy on the intent
But light in its effect
And when I'm the subject
Here's the reaction you can expect
**** you, **** you
**** you, **** you
**** you, **** you
**** you, **** you