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Oh, sora's on the keyboard, tapping with delight,
spreading chaos in chat rooms, oh what a sight!
she's got no job, no kids, no husband in her life,
yet she pops up every day, stirring trouble like spice
she's 52, but acts like she's five
trying to make the chat rooms not survive
but she's got no plans, no dream, no clue
but man she sure knows how to bug you
sora sora the trolling queen
got no goals but shes' mean
she will take away your peace too
all she does is mess with you
oh sora, we wish you'd just log off,
but you cling to the screen like a dusty old moth,
fluttering around in your digital haze,
lost in the glow of your own weird maze,
as if the whole world is inside that chat box
You're 52, but still in your prime,
For being a troll, you're pretty sublime!
the queen of nonsense, the loudest roar,
but no one’s impressed — we’ve seen it before,
So Sora, dear sora take a break,
maybe go bake a cake
let the rest of us chat in grace
and stop causing chaos all over the place
you could find a hobby, or take a walk,
touch some grass instead of talk talk talk,
there’s a whole big world outside your screen,
bigger than your trolling routine.
And still you gather your army near,
kids with unknown ages who cheer when you sneer,
a tiny little squad of noise and spam,
following you around like your very own sham
So sora, sad sora, take this tune,
you’re chasing storms that end too soon,
and when the chat grows quiet and slow,
you’re left with nothing but your echo.