>>936780240
With the rare pepe that lumines me
Shiny as Greta from /pol/ to /pol/,
I thank whatever lolis may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumcision
I have not winced nor went unnerved.
Under the bulges of Trump's decision
My cocknballs are bloody, but reserved.

Beyond this board of wrath and tears
Looms but the whores of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how straight the gait,
How charged with punishments the troll,
You are the master of your bait,
You are the Ryan of my soul.