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The Poast Before Christmas
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the ether
Not a chud was poasting, not even Jonny Fever;
The antisemitisms were hung by the chimney with care
In hopes that Ben Shapiro's bubbe soon would sublimate there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
Having nightmares of Matty screaming into showerheads;
And GorfTex (nprofile…29hm) with his mustache, and I in clown wig,
Had just settled our brains with Ayahuasca at David Icke's shindig,
When out on the lawn drunk jb (nprofile…57zl) relieved his old bladder,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to my Overton Window I flew like a flash,
Tossed aside Tex's pies and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the frolicking milves
Gave a festive twinkle to accompany loud Benny Hill,
When, what to my wondering eyes should I notice,
But a gold Escalade, and eight zebras, 'cause diversity quotas!
With a fat nigger driver, so retarded and thicc,
I knew in a moment it must be Old St. Muhdik.
More vapid than redditors his niggerhorses, they rode,
And he lip smacked and mumbled, as he neared the NiceCrew abode:
"Now, Sambo! now, Leroy! now, DaKwon and Racemixin'!
On, Fanta on, Shasta! on, Buffet and on Fixins!
To the top of the porch! Like a monkey we go!
Now dash away! Get dem gibs! Find me dem hoes!"
As dry heaves that after the wild rager fly,
When niggers meet with an obstacle, they play victim and cry;
So up to the house-top the zebras half assed tried to go,
With the Escalade full of Bikes , as Santa Nog greased up his fro.
And then, in a crashing, I saw on the stoop,
A fat nigger thrashing in blunt smoke, as he coofed.
As I shook off the fog, and was turning in shock to ask,
Down the street Jeff Cliff came sprinting with gay N95 mask.
He was dressed biohazard gear, from his head to his boot,
Jarringly different from a fat nigger in red and white zoot suit;
A bundle of vaccines he had slung on his side,
And he gave him so many jew jabs that fat nigger died.
His eyes--they turned glassy! his lips, still gigantic!
And Jeff popped a boner, the vaxx makes him romantic!
His COVID zealot mouth was drawn up to do something gay,
So I tased that gay retard, before a dead guy got raped;
The stump of a crack pipe he still held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;
He was obese from fried chicken and chugging Mr. Pibb,
And his niggerhorses ran off, leaving a sleigh full of gibs.
And I looked over to Tex, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his pineapple stache,
Soon gave me to know we'd saved Christmas at last;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
Distributed all the stolen presents, as milves started to twerk,
And laying his fedora aside and dancing about,
Donned a jolly old Santa Hat, just for the clout.
I revved up my mail truck, and shouted, "HOP IN, YOU BASTARD!",
And Santa Tex and I proceeded to save Christmas, but faster!
As we sped off tossing presents to good girls and boys,
And distributing diversity's pilfered cheer, bikes, and toys,
I had to exclaim, huge as I am, like a giant, but bigger,
"SANTA COULD BE ALMOST ANYONE -- EXCEPT FOR A NIGGER!"
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the ether
Not a chud was poasting, not even Jonny Fever;
The antisemitisms were hung by the chimney with care
In hopes that Ben Shapiro's bubbe soon would sublimate there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
Having nightmares of Matty screaming into showerheads;
And GorfTex (nprofile…29hm) with his mustache, and I in clown wig,
Had just settled our brains with Ayahuasca at David Icke's shindig,
When out on the lawn drunk jb (nprofile…57zl) relieved his old bladder,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to my Overton Window I flew like a flash,
Tossed aside Tex's pies and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the frolicking milves
Gave a festive twinkle to accompany loud Benny Hill,
When, what to my wondering eyes should I notice,
But a gold Escalade, and eight zebras, 'cause diversity quotas!
With a fat nigger driver, so retarded and thicc,
I knew in a moment it must be Old St. Muhdik.
More vapid than redditors his niggerhorses, they rode,
And he lip smacked and mumbled, as he neared the NiceCrew abode:
"Now, Sambo! now, Leroy! now, DaKwon and Racemixin'!
On, Fanta on, Shasta! on, Buffet and on Fixins!
To the top of the porch! Like a monkey we go!
Now dash away! Get dem gibs! Find me dem hoes!"
As dry heaves that after the wild rager fly,
When niggers meet with an obstacle, they play victim and cry;
So up to the house-top the zebras half assed tried to go,
With the Escalade full of Bikes , as Santa Nog greased up his fro.
And then, in a crashing, I saw on the stoop,
A fat nigger thrashing in blunt smoke, as he coofed.
As I shook off the fog, and was turning in shock to ask,
Down the street Jeff Cliff came sprinting with gay N95 mask.
He was dressed biohazard gear, from his head to his boot,
Jarringly different from a fat nigger in red and white zoot suit;
A bundle of vaccines he had slung on his side,
And he gave him so many jew jabs that fat nigger died.
His eyes--they turned glassy! his lips, still gigantic!
And Jeff popped a boner, the vaxx makes him romantic!
His COVID zealot mouth was drawn up to do something gay,
So I tased that gay retard, before a dead guy got raped;
The stump of a crack pipe he still held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;
He was obese from fried chicken and chugging Mr. Pibb,
And his niggerhorses ran off, leaving a sleigh full of gibs.
And I looked over to Tex, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his pineapple stache,
Soon gave me to know we'd saved Christmas at last;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
Distributed all the stolen presents, as milves started to twerk,
And laying his fedora aside and dancing about,
Donned a jolly old Santa Hat, just for the clout.
I revved up my mail truck, and shouted, "HOP IN, YOU BASTARD!",
And Santa Tex and I proceeded to save Christmas, but faster!
As we sped off tossing presents to good girls and boys,
And distributing diversity's pilfered cheer, bikes, and toys,
I had to exclaim, huge as I am, like a giant, but bigger,
"SANTA COULD BE ALMOST ANYONE -- EXCEPT FOR A NIGGER!"