Once there was a man named Kevin R. Nash
Whose son Tristen had met his life's flash
He was so filled with grief and pain
That he called for black men to fuck his anus in vain

He and his fan Wolfie cried and wept
For the loss of Tristen, who had been swept
Away from them too soon, it seemed
And all that remained were their broken dreams

But Kevin found solace in the darkest of places
Where negroids would come to fill his spaces
Though it brought him no joy or twitch
It was a way to cope with his pain kek what a bitch

So if you ever feel like you're alone in your grief
Know that Mr. Nash found some relief
In the arms of black men who could help him cope
And give wolfie strength to keep on coping!