Normie, Normie you conformie.
Time to smell my bowel stormie.
My colon swells in form and size
And holds for you a sweet surprise.
I have prepared with beans and curry
And whip my guts into a flurry.
You shall sniff my noxious slurry
And when it comes you'd better hurry.
I see you post on Instagram.
I see you brag and boast.
Your roastie whore may Chadcock cram,
But it's my shart she'll feel the most.
For on that day you fuck and suck
I shall waddle calmly by.
In the storefront aisles you'll be stuck
And I shall gaze into your eye.
Silently, I'll spread my cheeks.
You shall not hear the fatal squeek.
"Fuck you Stacy, Fuck you Meeks",
The stench will endure for endless weeks.
Rue this day, you normie scum.
Here the revolution starts.
We'll cast you down, deaf and dumb,
With our angry incel farts.