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— gtfotu
When a professor tells you not to text in class, don’t. It’s so obvious. No one looks at their crotch and smiles like that. #Facepalm
Imaginative Immanuel [I was in the mood for very, very, very dark poetry]
There lived a college boy,
His name was Immanuel Imoy,
He wasn’t too talkative,
Neither in sports was he very active.
He was of age 19,
And his favorite color was aqua-green,
Always he did abide by society’s laws,
It was to rapists, though, that he gave his greatest applause.
He studied musical-theater,
Though his passion was seeing babies aborted in an operation-theater,
He’d write marvelous stories of infants being saved by a man in a cape,
And then taken into a cellar and being barbarically raped.
He fantasized of sailing the seas,
To find an island that always had a perfect breeze,
So he could make a dungeon to trap little girls,
And cut off their clitoris’ to make a necklace like that of pearls.
He often went out to play with his great dane in the park,
In hopes of getting a hold of a mother trying to find her child in the dark,
So only to have his pet ravish and inject her with its semen,
So 9 months later she would spawn the child of a demon.
Oh, Immanuel Imoy,
He really was a pleasant chap,
Till the day he suffocated his mother with plastic rap,
And took in that act an eternally sickening joy.
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