• abc [he/him, comrade/them]@hexbear.netEnglish
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    11 days ago

    His bears are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy

    His cat’s outside already, mom’s spaghetti

    He’s nervous, but on the surface, his posts are calm and ready

    To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgetting

    What he wrote down, the whole comm goes so loud

    He opens his laptop, but the words won’t come out

    He’s chokin’, how? Everybody’s jokin’ now

    The clock’s run out, time’s up, over, blaow

    Snap back to reality, ope, there goes gravity

    Ope, there goes ABC, he choked, he’s so mad

    But he won’t give up that easy, no, he won’t have it

    He knows his whole back’s to these ropes, it don’t matter

    He’s dope, he knows that, but he’s broke, he’s so stagnant

    He knows when he goes back to this bad post, that’s when it’s

    Back to the lab again, yo, this old rhapsody

    Better go capture this moment and hope it don’t pass him

    His post’s escaping through this hole that is gaping

    This comm is mine for the taking, make me mod

    As we move toward a new world order

    A normal life is boring, but capitalism’s

    Close to post-mortem, it only grows harder

    Lenin grows hotter, he blows, it’s all over

    These hoes is all on him, coast-to-coast shows

    He’s known as the Hexbear, lonely roads

    God only knows he’s grown farther from home, he’s no father

    He goes home and barely knows his own daughter

    But hold your nose 'cause here goes the cold water

    These Hexbears don’t want him no mo’, he’s cold product

    They moved on to the next schmoe who posts

    He nose-dove and sold nada, and so the soap opera

    Is told, it unfolds, I suppose it’s old, partner

    But the beat goes on, da-da-dom, da-dom, dah-dah-dah-dah