CRITIQUE OF A CRITIQUE

[u/ManicBunnyStudio]

  Outnumbered so, I am uninterested, you seem hurt?

  Words so wordless you wordlessly

  Word your wounded world with

  “Woke” cultural world woes,

That with little doubt you learnt

Oh likely just as I, as little learn'id

In things we seem,

You do bestow the worst of these

O' little 'ickle traits that thee could

Not be as outspoken as one would

Be if not so hurt and broke in your

Little woke condition.

Yet, so ‘awoke’ you choke to cloak in wounded spite

Whence thee float so hollow you little aggro centipede

Like abnormality clearly visible in thine face,

  That of appearance you bestow the mental

Characteristics of flat earth’rs rectal mucus,

  But now I reply to your curious query:

  ‘your intelligence is obviously weak'

And of course I agree to a full degree,

  I carry no illusion I am as dumb as

Yourself,

  Who are we kidding... oh let me rephrase

That as I am aware we neither two are as smart

As any 'kid',

Neither of mine own 3 children nor the

One that never made it,

  You more so alike the latter save for you’d

Require brains, (both)

  On upon a platter and inside your skull

You devious splatter’ratter tat tw’t,

  Incessant you seemed to give it all up

On a matter, (you)

  Had no intention of a mention but to

Quote in full diagram,

  Yet “unwise” you queef from v’ginal like

Face to all it would be,

  For those to challenge your master skill

At critiquing others,

  While your own face is the only f’nny you’ve

Ever seen -save for Mummy’s birth canal- dear

Friend, the fifty year old virgin, grounded sat in

Mummy’s basement haven, mocking all save for thine

own awful bollck’try,

  You are indeed an abnormality so pure in form,

  But don’t be flattered quite as yet,

  You’re suckered up by ultra unablers enabling

  Your unable ability to write beyond m’ams

  Over encouragement sapping up your inability

  To engage the imagination beyond the infatuation

  With other peoples work.

Stay abnormal ol’ wise li’le aggro centipede,

From neck beard origin’s to un-masculine chip

  Fat’tery,

Upon a swivel top chair once deep ultramarine,

Now fairest sun drained glistening grease stained,

Wearily wise your face gaze no haze of mistaken

  Semen stain smudged on cheek,

From American Japanime obsessed gamer girl you

  Jiz’ed your tot o’er on the y’utube,

As pale skinned neck an’ strained bald sack,

Your bed unchanged since midwinters moon last

  Decade and 3 score more plus ne’er e’er.

You are a far curious case of a distance race that

  Took its place on queerest sebum soaked reversed

  Aristo’crap sat full on fat’arsed squeezing stools

  From bowels of pizza gut infested facial pox scared

  Macabre w’ollocks b’llocks an’ ingenious intestinal

  Thick as th’ckery insectal brained keyboard warrior

  Neck beard chivalry,

You belong atop the bomb to cast an eye on all destruction to watch to see to blow sky high then fall face down to whine and moan and gain all eyes all sympathy of keyboard chivalry among your swine you utter moron.