Crank in the mirror, ice on the stove
Five raccoons in a Ford by the Grove
Certified classic, the toaster declared
The blender's possessed and extremely impaired

Mario’s screaming, Luigi’s stiff
I punched a cloud, now I live on a cliff

This is the Scooby Snack of all of time
Cry harder, libruls—your tears are sublime
Ben Shapiro reads my dreams at night
With glowing eyes and skin so white

Dial-up whisper from the cosmic drain
404 tires left a mark on my brain
Spat on the void with a citrus cough
Became a fax machine and blasted off

Goblin Mode Active—no way back
Strawberry milk, offshore tax
I’m the boss fight from a failed regime
KGB with no pants and a laser beam

Grandma bit down on a flash grenade
Now she speaks in startup cascade
Morbius 2: now with rhythm and shoes
Electric Boogaloo, no time to lose

The Moon said something unrepeatable
Saturn’s loops are non-parking-legal
I’m downloading pure malevolence raw
Unfiltered evil with a user claw

Jorts forged from uranium thread
They said I won’t—I did instead
Now I rap in cuneiform bars
Summoning gods with avatar scars

Beep boop: the Epstein is aware
Beep boop: it thirsts for human hair

Gas station burger, beige and wet
Chewed through my soul like a cigarette

Carbonated tap from a shattered hose
Welcome, friend, where entropy grows

Please wipe your feet
The void is sticky

Ben Shapiro Reads My Dreams at Night

Graduated from Corman Park College of Dental Numismatics in 1993, with a graduate degree in Experimental Post-Sludge.

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