Bareballz told me to masterbate Hardislife I do hate 0/10 I would rate Never will she have a date

I wish I was 6 but fate and destiny are dicks Maybe once I make it to heaven ill stop being 5'11

I wish I was six foot nine But then it'd be hard to sixty nine With my gurl who is four foot nine

with great consternation, the nazis built a nation, sent the joos to the woods for a camp the weather wasnt pleasing, the conditions uneasing they died in the cold and the damp

Guero has dinero More then you think Then again you don’t think Ain’t that right little twink?

twink he may be but truth he does see never met a responsible beaner when daddy sends you packing you'll be in for a shellacking and GDOW will say neener neener

literary genius with a giant penis my career took off to venis but then it careened they said I was obscene and when I was cancelled they all did a dance and they shouted dude she was ten!

Holy fuck lawl Deuxchad poetry club My mother in law Gave me a good rub

yallre just jealous of my perfection yallre very gay and rhyme good

Thots and tots One makes another While the other lacks a good mother

He likes anal Why and how His opinions are anal His cars a Prius And his jeans are skinny His views are lefty His height is so miny Buzzfeed he reads At Zoomers he reees At the end of the night He’s back on his knees Your probably asking Wait how is he gay He posts on plebbit That’s all there is to say

Libtards, I own My basement, I roam Minorities I hate Womans I rate And the end of the day My tendies await And the scale itself Goes back up in weight

Shapiro's the name Logic's the game Facts I shall frame your brain I shall maim

Shapiro I am I am Shapiro Libtards I own Epically as own Redistribution of wealth Put it back on the shelf Unless it’s taxes and aid To Israel you pay

ok I gotta go time is short if I stay any longer my brain's gonna rot

I gotta go For the night I do call The best part will be Getting to see you all The morning it beckons Neet life I desire Wage slavery is suffering But I need to be hired My last desire Is simply no fight I need to say fuck it And call it a night

Your 9-5 Feels like 1855 Slavery it is The bills it will pay Shitposting with deuxchat I yearn for all day

I dont even work I just show up and lurk on plebbit all day I do post tho I get paid my ennui says hey and this depression I cannot slay

Depression A cure What words could unferl it Exercise and diet cure more then rope and a bullet

Put a smile on your face Say fuck it oh well At least I’m not dead yet and burning in hell So today I look up Feel free and swell Grasp some fresh air and say oh well

Im not actually depressed just rather repressed Id rather kick a puppy than rope but I know that wont help just send me to hell cuz thats shits just one giant cope

Work harder then you post Your job it means well And your boss he’s a prick But probably means well Stop lurking on plebbit Make work go on without anger Until your promoted And your boss is demoted He looks with a grin Full of anger and sin And hangs you a plaque That you can stack What does it say What does it may You let go of danger The plaque it reads “Thanks for the gold kind stranger”