On Showers by RippedRichAndIncel

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The following is a poem by braincels user RippedRichAndIncel

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"You may be short and losing hair,

Your face is grim; beyond repair,

So people look and children scare,

You dream a dream of rope.


Your chin is weak, your eyes are wide,

You can't your awful hairline hide.

The girls you meet all wish you died,

But have you tried some soap?"

— RippedRichAndIncel