Kiwi Farms shut down?
What’s he that wishes so?
That degenerate Keffals? No, my fair niggers:
If we are mark’d for DDOSing, we are enow
To do the Internet loss; and if to survive,
The fewer users, the greater share of sneed.
Null’s will! I pray thee, wish not one shitposter more.
By Null, I am not covetous for newfags,
Nor care I who doth quote my sperging;
It yearns me not that troons are angry;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires:
But if it be a sin to covet sneedposting,
I am the most offending soul alive.
No, faith, my niggers, wish not for newfags:
Null’s peace! I would not lose so great an honour
As one poster more, methinks, would share from us
For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more!
Rather proclaim it, faggot, through the thread,
That he which hath no stomach for this site,
Let him depart; his passport shall be made
And sheckels for convoy put into his cryptowallet:
We would not sneed in that faggot’s company
That fears his fellowship to post with us.
This day is called the feast of Kiwi Farms:
He that outlives this day, and comes safe undoxed,
Will stand a tip-toe when the day is named,
And rouse him at the name of Kiwi Farms.
He that shall post this day, and become an oldfag,
Will yearly on the vigil IM his neighbours,
And say ‘To-morrow is Kiwi Farms Day:’
Then will he show his post history and display his autism.
And say ‘These shitposts I had on Kiwi Farms day.’
Oldfags forget: yet all shall be forgot,
But he’ll remember with advantages
What luncay he did that day: then shall lolcow names.
Familiar in his mouth as household words
KingCobraJFS, Ethan Ralph and Patrick Tomlinson,
Keffals and Nick Fuentes, Jessica Yaniv and Chris Chan,
Be in their shitposts freshly ridiculed.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Kiwi Farms Day shall ne’er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remember’d;
We few, we happy few, we band of retarded nigger faggots;
For he to-day that spergs in threads with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne’er so autistic,
This day shall gentle his condition:
And troons in Canada now a-bed
Shall think themselves accursed they were mocked here,
And hold their axwounds cheap whiles any speaks
That sneedposted with us upon Kiwi Farms day.