Woe Is Me

I'd just like to take one moment to thank my two fathers, Who've been so supportive of me in all of my endeavors Thanks, dads! We hate losers (No one likes a loser) Which is why we discipline God hates losers... (But He loves you) ...because losers do not know how to Win And we have faith in you, honey Yes, we do, yes, we do Go get 'em! I hope you can love me, America I'm gunning for first prize! Here's why you should love me, America My needs I cannot overemphasize I make myself crazy Being what my dads hope I'll be But what about me dads? What about me? Jesus Christ! What about me? Practice your breathing, Logainne Though I practice yoga, I don't breathe I try not to disappoint But still I Disappoint the dads who my friends mock Kids are mean Kids'll talk All my so-called friends roll their eyes They're incredibly petty Because my dads are my dads and alright enough already! Woe is me Woe is me Which is why I gotta win this spelling bee Take a picture for her BM Don't call her BM, Carl! (Dad!) Sorry, her birthmother Peggy Jenkins! Who'd be very proud if she could see you spell! My birthmother lives in Kansas, MO In a trailer, in a park. Tornadoes Every now and then she sends a card: "Life, and men" she writes, "are hard" She would like to meet me when I'm grown and I burst like a comet! But I'm so stressed by my stress, I just wanna up and vomit Woe is me Woe is me Which is why I gotta win this spelling- Be smart, be cool, be an adult Be remarkably adroit in social situations Woe is me (Be smart, be cool, be smart, be cool) Woe is me (Be smart, be cool, be smart, be) Why is why I gotta win this (Which is why she's gotta win this) Spelling Bee! Bee! Bee!