[Wri] Toribash Poem: Staff? More Like Wooden Rod!
This documentary based off of real events.
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I remember back in the day
When mwah used to say:
'Stop making meme threads'
'What is this to you, a game?'
I was ashamed for a while,
and put on a fake smile.
I forgot who I was,
The boring posts compiled.
I faded into obscurity,
With nowhere to run.
I stressed over impurities,
My habits became undone.
Thompson Submachine Gun.
I met a peculiar man
Who ran a stream.
He had many fans,
Their faces smelled of cream.
He told me of a land,
Filled with 512 joints.
His content was bland,
I couldn't see the point.
The next man was stranger than you'd think,
He was called many things,
But usually Sparkles The Twink.
He ran a group called vibe.
It was full of retards,
he lead it with all his pride.
How could I forget mwah?
He was there from the start,
Shining like a star.
Pets big car?
Drives big dog!
His house?
Jafar.
The next man was quite corrupt.
Many threads would cover him,
But his end was abrupt,
Still three dongers deep in that firetruck.
He lived in suburbia,
Always Oblivious.
He talked shit about Serbia,
Now no longer with us.
Out of everyone I met,
There was one who stood out.
The one called ed.
He never wronged me,
And stayed true to his word.
He put up with edgy teens,
His kindness was absurd.
The next man was quite the opposite.
He used a wooden rod himself,
Used it for magical tricks.
To him, I lost my best friend.
My emotions still strong,
My heart will not mend.
UNBAN DONGHERE, HE DID NOTHING WRONG
SHOUTOUT TO ARCTIC, THE ONLY STAFF MEMBER WHO ISN'T A ROD
Last edited by Arctic; Mar 29, 2016 at 11:49 PM.