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No, this isn't a rave about Alice Cooper.
Athough, he did sing the song very well.

This is actually about something really, really bothering me.
My mom's mom (not realated to me, no matter what anyone says.).
Frankly, I think she's a betch.
Yup.
Family means next to nothing to me.
I want her dead.
I don't like the woman, and she doesn't like me.
It's that simple.

She's comming to visit soon.
I swear, on the day of her funeral, I'm gonna where something bright and neon.
And say something like, "Finally! The Wicked Witch is dead!" over her dead body.
Then, I may just stab her, in case she's really still alive.

The lady's catholic.
Me? I'm more pagean.
Mucho problemos, right?

And, get this, my grandma has already married twice.
One's alive, but divorced, and the second one's dead.
She has a boyfriend, now, and I hate him, too.
She thinks I care about his grandchildren.
I've hardly seen him. But, never his family.
So, why do I care?
I don't.

So, really, I hate her.
And, I think she hates me, too,
So, here's to her death.
May it be relatively soon. (pun.... ack!)