So I got caught up in my Beyonce hate, and really, I don’t like her at all, but I forgot the important thing about lyric sites… the comments. If you can stomach actually reading something Beyonce has sung, more power to you. I enjoy seeing how they write out all the oooohing and ahhing and dibble-dee-doo and other vocal gymastic nonsense that Billboard just loves to numerically catalogue these days. One man’s jibber jabber is another man’s onomatopoeia.

Seriously, though. Wave your arms to clear the air of the scent of versace perfumes, armagnac, and that “new Adidas smell” and read what the kids have to say about the poetry of Beyonce. I mean, they fight. Not just verbal sparring, but they threaten and attack one another. All it takes is one “Beyonce sucks” post to get the masses in an uproar and start the violence a-flying.

One emo kid on an aging laptop in a Idaho basement can rile thousands of acolytes into a Koresh style act of commenting retribution. The future is here and it is bleak. It is also trite and exceptionally cliche.

And woo woo woo, why can’t you-ooo-oo-oo-oooooo…just understa-haa-hand me-ee-eeya.