Yappi issues are not sport

So, dude, you egotistical genius of sport,
mmmnnn, yea you're fucked. You lied an
cheated to the little people that you hate,
and now you are a dead giant beached.

Gabby squealed... (yappi if you're indigenous).

There is nowhere to run and hide, the caverns
are empty and champagne is nowhere to be found.
Your fancy yacht has run aground. Dratzo, ratzo.

So, have you thought about living amongst the riff-raff?
We have ropes hanging from our windows, slanted in tandem.
Oh, don't you love a good noose... crazy goose. Soggy
bottom boys are sleepy in the galleys, Mayhem is mayday
with no man at the helm. What? you gonna cry now?
Sail on sailor... Celon is waiting for the Sri Lanka version.

That your mama should slap you coward of The Sport.
Be a good sport... no, be a good egg. Fragile. Question,
Challenge, and Wonder... the ropes are slanted outside my
vision, two in tandem... I could pull you down easily.

I'd rather smirk and watch... as you assess the window damage
you created. You know me... i'll not be a sore loser. Dude, my
yap will not cease. Your ropes are a long lost metaphor of
the sinking ship. Man overboard... mer-people gaze as the
innocent dance and sing, hitching a ride on the cloud passing by.

The meek will inherit the earth, the worms will dig deep
in their unearthly mirth. Life carries on for life's little sport.

Yappi's throw words like sand in the face of life's meaning...
a rope thrower ship that's a sinking disgrace. Dis-Cern,
yea it's bleeding all over the place. God-spark is Unity
all over your face. Like a good egg. Not easily erased.

I rest my yap issued case.