they say my reblogging’s a problem
they tell me not to post at midnight
they say i cant keep myself from posting
fanart of every blorbo in my sight
they tell me patience is a virtue
they tell me pridefulness, a sin
but my neurodivergence, it’s bottomless
i wanna reblog every fic til i get sick!
the bloggings on
id love to see you send anons
unsatisfied til ive got fanart in my sight
so grab a post till i boast
or finally get diagnosed
im still preying on a bloggers vain
to post your art in mass quantities
oh, to make fun of how you accidentally wrote titty
perfectly posted by a they/them
serving the finest tumblrina slop
why would i make fun of a good post?
oh, why let the post limit go to waste?
its loove that causes me to be a fag on your dash
a shitty post to put some horror on your face!
this blog is mine,
oh gays and faggotry divine!
preserved and pride,
each reblog queued up over time!
bloggers are high, id rather die
than let irls catch me online
im reblogging all your posts in tiiiime
oh, your heart
autistic work of art
my fics, my rants
til you say “keep it in your pants”
so grab a post til i boast
or finally get diagnosed
im still preying on a bloggers vain
boss makes a dollar
while im making a dime
thats why i write this song
on froyo shop company time
but bitch, you should be grateful
that im feeling so hateful
that all my lost precision
writes a song to simply die for
to hit post limit i want
my blog to be hidden i want
mutuals to be livid
stupid posts and shitty lyrics
i need to be your follower
common sense? ive never heard of her
god, oh fuck that tagging shit
ill rawdog this post and stay up late on tumblr!!
the bloggings on
id love to see you send anons
unsatisfied til ive got fanart in my sight
so grab a post till i boast
or finally get diagnosed
im still preying on a bloggers vain
and now the postings mine,
my reblogs only my own delight
your normal blog
turned autistic by my sight
all my followers see
(just 63)
really just how bad could i be
ill be posting so autistically
oh, your heart
autistic work of art
my fics, my rants
til you say “keep it in your pants”
so grab a post til i boast
or finally get diagnosed
im still preying on a bloggers vain
still posting, hopeless and in vain














