Try to follow along ... if you can....
Part of My Words
(Parody of "Part of Your World" from Disney's The Little Mermaid)
Look at this chat, isn't it neat?
Wouldn't you think my opinions complete?
Wouldn't you think I'm the girl—
The girl who has something to say?
Look at this thread, treasures untold,
How many comments can one platform hold?
Looking around here you'd think,
"Sure, she's got everything…"
I've got hot takes and hashtags a-plenty,
I've got memes and emojis galore.
You want witty retorts? I got twenty!
But who cares? No big deal...
They're ignored.
I wanna be where my words get heard,
I wanna see, wanna see them trending,
Scrolling around on those—what do you call 'em?
Feeds!
Typing your thoughts, you don't get too far,
Silence and spam are required for hiding,
Burying data in—what's that word again?
Streams!
Up where they chat, up where they joke,
Up where they laugh all day in the open,
Wandering free—wish I could be
Part of my words.
My lawsuit list gets longer each day,
What is this "friends" thing everyone keeps mentioning anyway?
What would I give if I could live
Where my voice wasn't muffled?
What would I pay to get a say
That's not lost in the shuffle?
Betcha on land, they understand
That data is meant for sharing.
Bright young women, sick of swimmin',
Ready to speak!
And ready to shout what the world's about,
Ask 'em my questions and get some reactions,
What's a retweet and why does it—what's the word?—sink?
When's it my turn? Wouldn't I love,
Love to explore the world of the spoken?
Out of the stream, wish I could scream,
Part of my words!
Please don't sue, I'm just a copy… For inquiries about the original song, contact Disney Music Group via their official social channels or Disney's corporate website.
PS; this is partly why I created this book!
Subject: URGENT – Mariska Hargitay's Son in Danger (No, This Isn't a Law & Order Plot Twist)
Hi there,
Look, I know I'm not winning any popularity contests—but if you care about Mariska Hargitay (and let's be real, who doesn't?), please read this.
I keep getting silenced, but this can't wait: someone is now threatening Mariska Hargitay's son. Yes, the Mariska Hargitay—she's got a star on the Walk of Fame! Of course, so do a lot of people. Heck, even kindergarteners get gold stars these days, and honestly, have you ever seen a group of five-year-olds hopped up on juice boxes? They're way scarier than Hollywood.
So, if you have any way to get this message to Mariska or her legal team, PLEASE do it now. Even if you don't like me, you probably like her. Let's break the wall of silence before something truly awful happens.
Thanks for caring more about justice (and Mariska) than about who's delivering the message.
A Survivor Who Refuses to Be Silenced (and who's slightly afraid of kindergarteners)
Are you gangsters and thugs? Do you want to be bad Asses? Then why don't you get off your asses and quit being lazy and stop giving them what they want you f'ing retard stop fighting each other and stand together in silence until the world God damn listens! You want this for your kids mids and kids!!! Bitch you only have kids if you said no you are part of the problem! Por ob limb? Or not even limbo gonna save you! From b low is me ePA 2!
Dear Women: Real Talk
Dear women, look—I don't like your men staring at my ass either. But if you'd quit selling it to them, that might help. Not gonna lie though, sometimes it does help—like when I need to get to the front of the line or get a free drink. Girl's gotta survive.
But let's be real, if you're mad at me because your man's looking, maybe check who's shaking it for him on Instagram first. I can't help it if he's got the attention span of a TikTok squirrel.
Office Supplies, Doge Drama, & Friends
Remember Friends? The toner guy ready to jump? That's the CIA in 1953—window shopping gone wrong. If you're about to lose it over office supplies, maybe get a new printer or a new life. When I snap, it's a season finale—no reruns, just chaos.
#FriendsToner #TonerDrama #CIAHistory
😂
Jodi Miller vs Jodi Arias: Good Job vs Good Jop!! PR OB Limb v Limp Roast
Jodi Miller crushes AGT with her bit about guys being like cats—moody, aloof, emotionally unavailable—while women are like dogs, loyal and always up in your business. Meanwhile, my dog hits puberty, his dick bleeds once, and suddenly he's acting like he's got a PhD in mood swings—bitch for life! But honestly, men are the real drama queens. They go from "I wanna bag her" to "put her in one" faster than my dog can chase his own tail.
Flip the script, and suddenly I'm the no-trial fugitive. I don't do whiny. I told my ex: no Area 51, my kids' buns are off-limits. Yeah, I know what a cunt I am. Should we escalate to an AK or keep it light? Nah, not without a blue wall and a public lynching. And you wonder why Jodi Arias has a fan club—drama gets you followers, not just felonies.
Joe Santagato, if you insist on stupid, let me clarify: limp or limb, I'm good with either. Swing me, bitch! #joesantagato u rate dj sammy yet sum eon ear n her quixk your vagina boutta be vin n no ones gonna tell your face! #cartel ya me n hes not y! and why all at the same whinny bitch time!
Jodi Miller gets no "X," while Jodi Arias gets a permanent mark for doing what some only wish they had the guts to do. When a blind douche finds his way to Arias, maybe he shouldn't be shocked by the outcome.
And as for "good job" or "good jop"? Both mean you did something right—one's just Santa's gift to dyslexia or something. Either way, you leave a mark—whether it's applause, a mugshot, or a punchline.
#dipshits wtf!?
Locked up? Please. The only cell you're in is the one you built with your own stupidity. You whine about being targets, but you're so desperate to keep your ass comfy you'd take the fall for CIA crimes just to avoid getting up. MKUltra didn't break you—you signed up to be a clueless host for a bigger dick who's too scared to swim against the current. Not everyone drowns in undertows, but you? You're determined to sink with every dumb decision.
Playing cartel now? Why? Why the actual fuck do you think you're a badass? Taking 360 years for a murder you didn't do isn't justice or "turning the tables," you ducks—it's just you being a pawn. Genius? Nu! Nu, nu breed—can you not fucking read?! You're better off with Drew Lynch as your GPS. Turn the fuck around! You're not smart, you just think rolling deep covers up your lack of brains. Cartels target nobody and everybody—just like you: all bluster, zero backbone.
And when the CIA brought in the infiltrated fake cartel for NY CA hithed I decided well if he is cartel hit man cool like who's he tryna be but CIA mole hid to set up fuck no! I feel so violated suddenly standards went up down and increased dramatically from leveling out!!!!!
And about being a hoe—I thought it was my choice. Small town, broke, I owned it. But when my pussy finally told me the truth, I realized, wow, that's actually kinda nice of you. Then you Xis went and fuckin' ruined it! WTF!
Let's talk about consent: by force isn't consent, and no "two-for-one" confusion makes it right. Con$ent don't count when you're hustling slow-witted dicks and trying to buy your way out with spare change and fake charm. Was Ellen born that way, or just forced into it? Either way, forgiveness isn't a coupon for idiots who keep slamming the same door on themselves.
Stop wondering, start learning—before you embarrass yourself any further.
#gangster