I Love How The People Are Driving The Masked Manager Crazy. Frfr I Can Sense How Done He Was With The

She Is

She’s crying from hurt because of you, eyes swollen,

You tell her it ain’t right to play with Barbie dolls,

My goodness, look at how far the world has fallen,

And see how your words hit her and took its big toll

She is hiding herself when you come to the room,

She stashes her dresses in the lonely closet,

‘Cause the moment you came, it entailed certain gloom,

And you hated how she continued to crochet

She is begging faceless people for help, hopeless,

And they can do nothing but tell her to just wait

And to walk around and pretend she has no dress,

But their well-meaning but hurtful words came too late

By day, she is gone, by the tree, dead eyes colder,

Her final thoughts unveiled through angry words online,

And so you now feel the public’s righteous anger,

Forever cursed to think of who caused her to die

The Living Dead

I am the living dead, waiting for my coffin

I have befriended Death, for it is my friend

This world is my foe, hoping to drown me in

Its senseless pleasures, pains, and evils with no end

I do not wait for my time to run its sad course,

Because Death is a jealous friend with greedy hands,

While Life is my enemy, whispering its curses,

And frauds, idiots, and monsters rule Earth’s own lands

The future promises a distant paradise,

One I will not live to see in its fruition

Yet that hope gives me strength to fight the world’s great lies,

To continue pursuing my fatal mission

Perhaps, soon, I’ll no longer be the living dead,

My own corpse six feet under, in an unmarked grave

But tomorrow’s promise is stronger than my dread

With death beside me, I’ll continue being brave

Barely a few minutes of ao3 being down for maintenance, and I’m dying lmao q_q

My Peace

Move—ignore the phone.

Prioritize. Check deadlines!

Work, and then go gym.

Relax later; evening’s mine.

Who dares rob me of my peace?

Gone are the days where books were well-beloved. Reading comprehension has been at an absolute low, where students cannot read through a single book. All the ideas presented by authors will slowly be lost to time, as no one except a few will read. Even with these, it’s difficult to properly read given how fast-paced our world is.

School is no longer a center for learning. Students who actually wish to learn are punished for their curiosity. They are seen as outcasts, nerds, weirdos, etc.

Children are exposed to screens at a young age. They see bright, nauseating neon colors daily, fingers and eyes moving. Patience is a virtue growing rarer and rarer, and along with it cognitive function.

Corporations grow bigger. Prices go higher. Salaries remain the same, for decades. And more decades. Each generation cannot afford what their predecessors could.

Art is an empty husk, no longer filled with meaning. It is beauty with no soul. It is a flower vase with no flower inside. It is a masterpiece created by reluctant artists, whose main goal is to survive.

Oppression persists, growing in strength. Politicians become stronger, no longer needing to sound intelligent. The crowds absorb their words without a second thought, as if under a spell.

Mother Nature is getting sicker day by day. Yet everyone continues on with their lives as if the day isn’t getting hotter. As if CO2 isn’t steadily climbing. As if the plastic in the ocean mysteriously disappeared. As if Nature will fix our shit, when it is the one dying.

We all look at these horrors, wondering if we are the ones insane instead. Isn’t it easier to stop thinking about these?

Maybe we are looking for someone. The next Martin Luther King. The next Tesla or Einstein. The next Mandela. The next Shakespeare. The next da Vinci. Regardless, we are looking for a saviour. Someone to take the fall for society’s cruelty.

Perhaps the worst thing of all is that WE have no choice but to be the ones who act.

Sir Liar

Sir Liar, how do you manage to be charming?

How can you fool your friends and victims easily?

Oh, you’re a warlock with that magic you’re spinning,

If a skeptic accuses you, you smile sweetly!

Sir Liar, looks like you’re losing your memory,

You’re starting to forget to weave the truth with lies

As you’re begin to forget your identity,

So you do your best to cover it with a smile!

Sir Liar, you’re looking a bit queasy and pale,

And why would a liar ask his friends for the facts?

Your tuxedo’s wrinkled, have you been drinking ale?

You’re losing victims ‘cause you’re forgetting your act!

Sir Liar, you’re walking without your great magic!

Everyone scrambles to hide from you, the faceless!

All say, “He’s a man cursed by a witch, how tragic!”

This warlock can’t speak magic no more, what a waste!

The devs killed off Doey bc they knew Doey was OP enough to kick the Prototype’s ass

Love how everyone immediately started calling CC Dave/David after Hyperdroid’s theory dropped

Miss Joker

Miss Joker, you’re funny! You put smiles where you go!

So when the days are tough, you continue to smile,

And it is crazy to think someone is your foe,

But when I said this, why is your smile not so bright?

Miss Joker, are you trying out gallows humor?

Your puns and jokes and tricks are very dangerous,

And it is not crazy to think you like horror,

When I said this, why do you look mysterious?

Miss Joker, can you stop? You’re talking to yourself!

You chatter at invisible audiences,

And all of your former fans have already felt

That you’re falling into a world of craziness!

Miss Joker, you’re no longer funny…stop laughing!

You make jokes to the wall, no longer an inch sane,

And as you are laughing and joking, you’re crying…

Oh, pity Miss Joker in her circus of pain

As an Asian, am disappointed no Asian pope was picked. However, I’m giggling that the conclave chose an American who CRITICIZED Vance.

Lmao he has dual citizenship with Peru. MAGA and Trump are in for a rude awakening!

What can the orange do? Deport this pope?