Basically someone has stolen a piece of writing off the blog and tried to pass it off as their own work. I apologise to anyone else who has to read this, but hey, you get a Cranberries song out of it. However...
To the steaming vagina that wants to plagirise the words of this blog and pass them off as a "poem" to one his god awful pieces of art that looks like a tracing he had done with crayon in his arse crack, here's a song dedicated to you, a rather aptly named Cranberries song, I hope it becomes somewhat of a soundtrack for your life. You can to listen to while you're living at home, a virgin the age of 46, having your mother tuck you into your waterproofed bed because she thinks you have a medical condition called "nocturnal enuresis" when the real reason you piss the bed because it makes you feel warm on those cold lonley nights in your meaningless life.
Cranberries - Copycat
Oh and the picture is a reference to the mirror scene in which Harpo copies all of Groucho's actions in the film Duck Soup. You probably didn't have to cultural captial to work that out for yourself.
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