Back into the gay thread turning, all my rage within me burning,
Soon again I saw roleplaying some more obnoxious than before.
`Surely,' said I, `surely that is something from a Discord cancer;
Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
'Tis Singapore and nothing more!'
Open here Troid flung the shitter, when, with many memes and twitter,
In there dumped a load of imptrash from the /pol/ containment board.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with memes of jews or staceys, perched atop my image board -
Unfunny cancer dumped all across my image board -
'Twas Reddit-tier and nothing more.
Then these cringelords beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of their countenance it wore,
`Though thy posts seem wellbehaven, thou,' I said, `art much too craven.
As no amount of luls or common sense is emitted from your board -
Don't spam another wojak meme we've seen it all before
Quoth the /pol/tards, 'duuurrr race war'
Much I marvelled at this ungainly lack of discourse oh so plainly,
Clearly their answers little meaning - little relevancy they bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet were as retarded as the people in the board next door -
Crying about internet drama worse than feminazis ever done before
'Tmust be Reddit-tier and nothing more.
But 4chan's spirit, stifled by the newfag cancer, did show itself,
In that one board, as if its soul in that one board it did outpour.
Nothing interesting it muttered - twas all nonsense r/banter uttered -
Yet faintly I felt a sense of longing for the lulzy days of yore -
And sense that was what other /bant/icoots were also looking for.
If asked to leave my answer is undoubtedly `Nevermore.'