Man the train
For it is a shame
That it must rain

You have shed tears
For a tryhard has appeared

He has ruined your game
And you feel the pain
But you will remember his name

You will duel him everyday
But to no avail
Until you turn gay
And eat your mail

But do not worry
To me you are good like curry

You will not beat this raider
And it won't help to be leaner
You will realize this sooner or later
So for now, say I'm just for Wiener

Long has been this poem
As I just wanna learn how to knit and pjss
But I might as well build a totem
For these days, I just sit and miss

As I write
Work further gets delayed
So I can't lose sight
Yet this must be made

Nothing ever last forever
And certainly it won't always get better
Yet a star is born
But the world is still torn

These days I prefer my food mellow
Just like how I see my bread
As I love my curry yellow
And yet it always turns red

Although a whitey
All is seen is Aphrodite

Enough said
Nothing beats bed
Until the Japanese spread
Leaving you with dread

Wyatt will strike
Except when it is byte
Emick is a turnpike
Betting on Sprite

Toast is like a note
For you are a rocking boat
As people figure out who is the goat
You'll have to vote

Nothing is ever steady
Yet everything can be soloed
For the thieves are ready
So you must protect the payload

Pander all you want
As it is to no avail
Order and peace will be our hunt
Losing will be our nail
Own the stone that will be our grunt

Have no fear
But a Tryhard is here
He will take everything near
Especially what you hold dear

Luck will deliver
On nothing but a pay
Note not to shiver
Granted you aren't gay

All said and done
As you sip on tea
And stare to the sun
Asking with glee who is he?

Nectar is basically a Beamer
Owing to the hive
As you think about that ♥♥♥♥♥♥
Hoping it will survive
Win big to become keener
Endorsing the goodbyes
Reliving life, as a for Wiener