"W Sticker, Where Did You Go?"

W sticker, where did you go?
Haven't seen you around and nobody knows,
where you have gone, where could you be?
Gone now forever, forever it seems.
What a sad story it is that you told.
You lied to the young and you lied to the old.
W, no doubt, spells one third of war,
another part wrong; another part whore.
Three words that are fitting, three words that you spell;
all start with W, the letter from hell.
W sticker, you always sucked ass;
seeing you stuck there, stuck to that glass.
Now that you're gone, a little less rage,
a chance to move on, finally turning the page.
W sticker you knew how to stick,
stuck there no doubt by some incredible prick.
You may be gone, but the prick still remains,
who wore you so proudly during the days of your reign.