Toxic

Syd

Toxic bile
Toxic thoughts 
Toxic words feast on weak minds
Like maggots on a corpse

Toxic manosphere
Toxic culture 
Preying on feeble souls
Like a murder of vultures 

Hate breeds hate 
I'm aware of that 
I already know
But I'd like the Tate brothers 
To reap what they sow

The bile they spew
Is eroding our culture like acid rain
It's damaging to the cortex
Like blunt force trauma 
Or golf ball hail

I hope the Tate brothers 
Get botted in jail

I hope Andrew 
Is forced to perform fellatio 
On an inmate 
With a big toothy grin
And when he's sobbing 
And crying 
It runs down his...

He doesn't have a chin!

  • Author: Syd (Online Online)
  • Published: July 19th, 2026 07:41
  • Comment from author about the poem: I realise this is quite graphic. If you have anything but disdain for these vile brothers then please scroll on by.
  • Category: Sociopolitical
  • Views: 5
  • Users favorite of this poem: Teddy.15
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  • Teddy.15

    I was literally thinking of these two when I was reading, yes seems they may have come to take what is coming to them, caught In Miami I believe. We certainly need less of these evil souls in the world. A great write I felt every line. 🌹

  • sorenbarrett

    A poem of revenge on people I choose to isolate myself from. Well done



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