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Ode to the Chaos Queen of the Forum
Oh forum flame, you reign supreme,
In every thread, you chase your dream.
With pixel heart and anime flair,
You fake a blush, toss virtual hair.
You worship Chad from Italy,
A digital god, so manly, free.
While you swarm every egirl's post,
You're clearly the one they love the most.
You change your race by afternoon,
And height resets beneath the moon.
Your passport’s lore, a cryptic tale,
A walking riddle - never pale.
Dislike bombs rain without a cause,
You strike with wrath, then pause for applause.
A tantrum typed in caps and screams,
Yet somehow still that "girl" has dreams.
You pout, you stomp, you uwu cry,
And thirsty souls all ask you "Why?"
Pretending you’re a tiny sprite,
When really you’d win every virtual fight.
You lie like art - it’s quite refined,
A shapeshifter of toxic kind.
And yet, we simps all line in queue,
To offer crumbs of love to you.
You gift us ragebaits with just a glance,
Your genderfluid emo wrath - a wild romance.
Emotion rules your every move,
A storm that no one dares reprove.
You rage, then beg for cute replies,
With trembling voice and pixel eyes.
You crave the praise, the endless cheer,
Your DMs flood - the end is near.
A walking paradox, it's true,
Annoying, yet we worship you.
For all your faults, you're still our queen,
Of mystery and chaos, wild and mean.
We know it’s fake - the race, the height -
But damn, you troll with pure delight.
So here’s my heart, in mockery sweet,
You psycho angel - incomplete.
Oh forum flame, you reign supreme,
In every thread, you chase your dream.
With pixel heart and anime flair,
You fake a blush, toss virtual hair.
You worship Chad from Italy,
A digital god, so manly, free.
While you swarm every egirl's post,
You're clearly the one they love the most.
You change your race by afternoon,
And height resets beneath the moon.
Your passport’s lore, a cryptic tale,
A walking riddle - never pale.
Dislike bombs rain without a cause,
You strike with wrath, then pause for applause.
A tantrum typed in caps and screams,
Yet somehow still that "girl" has dreams.
You pout, you stomp, you uwu cry,
And thirsty souls all ask you "Why?"
Pretending you’re a tiny sprite,
When really you’d win every virtual fight.
You lie like art - it’s quite refined,
A shapeshifter of toxic kind.
And yet, we simps all line in queue,
To offer crumbs of love to you.
You gift us ragebaits with just a glance,
Your genderfluid emo wrath - a wild romance.
Emotion rules your every move,
A storm that no one dares reprove.
You rage, then beg for cute replies,
With trembling voice and pixel eyes.
You crave the praise, the endless cheer,
Your DMs flood - the end is near.
A walking paradox, it's true,
Annoying, yet we worship you.
For all your faults, you're still our queen,
Of mystery and chaos, wild and mean.
We know it’s fake - the race, the height -
But damn, you troll with pure delight.
So here’s my heart, in mockery sweet,
You psycho angel - incomplete.
