Like an old and jaded whore
Jannie works for free;
With asshole cracked and throat sperm-sore
His wish is just to flee.
Deleting cunny threads on /a/
Is not a piece of cake;
Keeping /mlp/ at bay -
His nerves are bound to break.
But when he sits to contemplate
A shithole that is /pol/
A feel of might and his own great
Swallows him up whole.
And so his face gets smeared in grin
And then he scratches his double chin
And moves a thread to /bant/
Feeling like a lion, being ant.