Star Wars Episode 333

A poem

Balls drop, bombs drop

Blood drips, souls rot

Future sold, busy playing roblox

Flopping willies, poppin’ pills

Self-abuse to AI thots

Thought’s racing, muscles bracing

Waiting for that shoe to drop

Knock knock!

Amazon suggests:

Try the new hate-scented swiffer mop

Clean up that human slop

50 states, 50 shades, 50 lists of names

Who you rooting for in beast games?

Every script the same

Lionsgate gone tame

Polio making alphas lame

Let’s find a witch to blame

Light a candle, set a flame

Ladies! Hide your shame!

Nevermind God’s grace given to the least

Oh, look, the sun also rises in the East

Papers please —

The gas makes you sneeze, can’t breathe

Smell of burning bodies — calories

Amazon suggests:

Try the new sour-cream flavored febreeze!

What’s with younglings these days?

Bald slits slitting wrists

BPA turning Pepe gay

Soft boys, soft brains,

soft strokes to grok

and mein kraft let’s plays

Bruh. This is the way.

Half cray cray, half prey

And Saturn — Oh, he ate!

Autocorrect corrects to: auto-da-fé

Can’t work, can’t sleep, can’t breathe

What a boring web we weave

Truncated turtleneck dweebs

Willies rotted from VD, ED, C3

PO dreams of electric sheep

God, did we really sell ourselves so cheap?

I’d kill, take a pill, drink way more than my fill

for one night’s sleep!

Knock knock!

Now you get to suck a glock

Itchy triggers, “christian” flock

No problem here — comply

Lay down and unalive

But whatever the hell you do —

Subscribe!

Buy buy!

50 states, 50 shades, 50 per cent off

but only for today!

And hey — did you catch beast games?

A venal nation’s venation

Please, learn your station

No strikes and you’re out

On the streets, hunted by the beast

God, could we get some grace for the least?

No? Just star wars episode 333.

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