Take up the Ugly Man's burden —
Do not send forth ye breed —
Go bind your genes to exile
To serve your captors' need;
To wait in heavy horniness,
On fluttered foids and wild —
These evil, sullen peoples,
Half-devil and half-child.
Take up the Ugly Man's burden —
In patience to abide,
To veil the threat of roping
And check the show of pride;
By open speech and simple,
An hundred times made plain
To seek sexhavers' profit,
And work sexhavers' gain
Take up the Ugly Man's burden —
The savage wars of peace —
Fill full the mouth of Coping
And bid the sickness cease;
And when your goal is nearest
The end for others sought,
Watch hate and ruthless lookism
Bring all your hopes to nought.
Take up the Ugly Man's burden —
No tawdry rule of kings,
But toil of serf and sweeper —
The tale of common things.
The holes ye shall not enter,
The boobs ye shall not squeeze,
Go hunt them with your living,
And mark them with your jizz
Take up the Ugly Man's burden —
And reap his old reward:
The blame of those ye better,
The hate of those ye guard —
The cry of hosts ye humour
(Ah, slowly!) toward the light: —
"Why brought he us from bondage,
Our loved Bluepilled night?"
Take up the Ugly Man's burden —
Ye dare not stoop to less —
Nor call too loud on Freedom
To cloak your loneliness;
By all ye cry or whisper,
By all ye leave or do,
The silent, sullen peoples
Shall weigh their Chads and you.
Take up the Ugly Man's burden —
Have done with childish days —
The lightly profferred laurel,
The easy, ungrudged praise.
Comes now, to search your manhood
Through all the sexless years
Cold, edged with bluepilled non-sense,
The judgment of your peers!
Do not send forth ye breed —
Go bind your genes to exile
To serve your captors' need;
To wait in heavy horniness,
On fluttered foids and wild —
These evil, sullen peoples,
Half-devil and half-child.
Take up the Ugly Man's burden —
In patience to abide,
To veil the threat of roping
And check the show of pride;
By open speech and simple,
An hundred times made plain
To seek sexhavers' profit,
And work sexhavers' gain
Take up the Ugly Man's burden —
The savage wars of peace —
Fill full the mouth of Coping
And bid the sickness cease;
And when your goal is nearest
The end for others sought,
Watch hate and ruthless lookism
Bring all your hopes to nought.
Take up the Ugly Man's burden —
No tawdry rule of kings,
But toil of serf and sweeper —
The tale of common things.
The holes ye shall not enter,
The boobs ye shall not squeeze,
Go hunt them with your living,
And mark them with your jizz
Take up the Ugly Man's burden —
And reap his old reward:
The blame of those ye better,
The hate of those ye guard —
The cry of hosts ye humour
(Ah, slowly!) toward the light: —
"Why brought he us from bondage,
Our loved Bluepilled night?"
Take up the Ugly Man's burden —
Ye dare not stoop to less —
Nor call too loud on Freedom
To cloak your loneliness;
By all ye cry or whisper,
By all ye leave or do,
The silent, sullen peoples
Shall weigh their Chads and you.
Take up the Ugly Man's burden —
Have done with childish days —
The lightly profferred laurel,
The easy, ungrudged praise.
Comes now, to search your manhood
Through all the sexless years
Cold, edged with bluepilled non-sense,
The judgment of your peers!
