Manlets: the poem (Act 1 the crucible)

[Deleted member 16359]

Manlet, manlet, short and squat

Can’t get wife, girlfriend, or thot

Real life girls kept saying no

So he gave tinder a go

“I’m five foot two” those bios said

“But I like six three guys in bed”

“Tinder sluts!” the manlet cried

I’ll give the bar another try

At the bar he asked a whore

“Care to see my bedroom floor?”

The whore just smirked and then replied

As pure disdain flashed her eye

“Sorry little man, don’t be so mad,

but as you know, I’m fucking Chad”

Head hung low, the manlet left

Knowing he had failed his quest

As he walked out the heads all turned

“Goddamn manlets, when will they learn?”

 

[78980n]

In the final act he goes ER

 

[Guest2]

Fucking brilliant

 

[Deleted member 15752]

tfw too retard to even make a poem

 

[Player]

Not bad, will read more.

 

[CursedCel]

Magnificent

 

[ColdLightOfDay]

Good and true.

 

[Deleted member 17724]

You are the Baudelaire of our time.

 

[VincentVanCope]

Baste.

Wrote a song myself about the Norwood Reaper:

Fight as you might with finasteride,
Hanging on to those follicles with the time that you bide,
But in the end it don’t matter there’s no getting away,
He’ll take those hairs by force, yes he’ll take em away,

When the Norwood Reaper comes for you,
When the Norwood Reaper comes for you,

From the bums in the street, to the folk on the hill,
It don’t matter who you are when he goes for the kill,
One swipe with his scythe, and you’re all out of luck,
Two more and you’ll start to resemble fryer tuck,

When the Norwood Reaper comes for you,
When the Norwood Reaper comes for you,

You try combing it over maybe no one can tell,
But you look like a fool with a tub full of gel,
So you finally give in and shave your head clean,
And on display for all is your big shiny bean,

When the Norwood Reaper comes for you,
When the Norwood Reaper comes for you.