Mary Sue


There was a girl named Mary Sue
Her skin was soft as snow
Her words were rhythmic music
And all that shit, you know

She had a fake personality
And a bunch of tacky friends
And although you've never met her
You know where her story ends

The darkest depths of angst
The purest beams of joy
The adoration of thousands
And, of course, a pretty boy

Oh, Mary Sue! We hate you!
And all your messed up luck!
You're boring, stale and corny
And quite frankly you just plain suck!