- Joined
- Feb 10, 2022
It's times like this I am reminded of my Tennyson:
Half a rail, half a rail nose ward
All in the laundry pile of neglect lived the cucked hundred
Forward the Qover Brigade!
File charges against the a-logs, he said
All in the laundry pile of neglect lived the cuckedred
Forward the Qover Brigade, was there a coke whore dismayed
Not though the degenerate knew an incel prude blundered
Theirs not to tweet replies
Theirs not to reason why
But theirs to gaslight and lie
Into the laundry pile of neglect lived the cuckedred
Cocaine to the left of them
Cocaine to the right of them
Cocaine in front of them
Powdered and bouldered
Snorted at until the kids smelled
Boldy they sneeded their balldos
Into the jaws of Meth
Into their Ketamine Hell
All in the laundry pile of neglect lived the cuckedred
Flashed all their crackpipes bare
Flashed as the crack vaporized into a child's hair
Sabering their hunger,
Charging CPS while
All the Sektur wondered.
Plunged into the crack-smoke
Right through the kilo they broke
Scandi and Lawtuber
Reeled from the snort tube stroke
Wasted and blazed
Then they fucked back, but not
Not the whole cuckedred
Cocaine to the left of them
Cocaine to the right of them
Cocaine in front of them
Volleyed and thundered;
Stormed at with malding and shekels,
While cokewhore and zero fell.
They that had neglected children so well
Came through the jaws of Meth,
Back from their Ketamine Hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of the cuckedred.
When can their shame fade?
O the wild polycule they made!
All the world wondered.
Honour the charges they made!
Honour the Qover Brigade,
Noble cuckedred!
Half a rail, half a rail nose ward
All in the laundry pile of neglect lived the cucked hundred
Forward the Qover Brigade!
File charges against the a-logs, he said
All in the laundry pile of neglect lived the cuckedred
Forward the Qover Brigade, was there a coke whore dismayed
Not though the degenerate knew an incel prude blundered
Theirs not to tweet replies
Theirs not to reason why
But theirs to gaslight and lie
Into the laundry pile of neglect lived the cuckedred
Cocaine to the left of them
Cocaine to the right of them
Cocaine in front of them
Powdered and bouldered
Snorted at until the kids smelled
Boldy they sneeded their balldos
Into the jaws of Meth
Into their Ketamine Hell
All in the laundry pile of neglect lived the cuckedred
Flashed all their crackpipes bare
Flashed as the crack vaporized into a child's hair
Sabering their hunger,
Charging CPS while
All the Sektur wondered.
Plunged into the crack-smoke
Right through the kilo they broke
Scandi and Lawtuber
Reeled from the snort tube stroke
Wasted and blazed
Then they fucked back, but not
Not the whole cuckedred
Cocaine to the left of them
Cocaine to the right of them
Cocaine in front of them
Volleyed and thundered;
Stormed at with malding and shekels,
While cokewhore and zero fell.
They that had neglected children so well
Came through the jaws of Meth,
Back from their Ketamine Hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of the cuckedred.
When can their shame fade?
O the wild polycule they made!
All the world wondered.
Honour the charges they made!
Honour the Qover Brigade,
Noble cuckedred!