Basra poem ๐Ÿ˜Ž๐Ÿ˜Ž๐Ÿ˜Ž๐Ÿ˜Ž

In a corner of the digital expanse,
For twenty-three years, a chance,
Basra's voice has been a constant beat,
A rhythm in the forum's street.

Weird but wise, a paradox true,
Her words are both old and new.
Opinions sharp, she never sways,
Through countless nights and endless days.

An obsession bright as stars at night,
With gay men and women, a pure delight.
Yet stranger still, her tastes embrace
Degeneracy's curious space.

TikTok lives, a constant stream,
She weaves her thoughts like in a dream.
In threads where chaos often reigns,
Basra's insights break the chains.

From heated debates to quiet chats,
Her presence felt like ancient spats.
A digital sage in the forum's fold,
Her story timeless, yet never old.

Basra, the enigma, the friend so true,
In a forum vast, we find her view.
Twenty-three years, and still she stays,
Her voice a beacon in the endless maze.



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Doja Khat, always ready to chat,
Think you're fierce, but you're just a gnat,
Critiques so blunt, you cut like a knife,
Stirring the pot, always up for strife.

Enemies galore, you're a magnet for hate,
Especially if you're Muslim man that's just your fate,
To face your wrath, your words so cold,
Doja Khat, your act's getting old.

You think you're clever, a verbal queen,
But you're just a diva, mean and obscene,
Hide behind wit, but we see through,
Your bark's much worse than anything you do.

So keep on talking, Doja Khat,
But girl, you know you're just a gnat,
Buzzing around, causing a scene,
But never as tough as you seem.

Your hate for Muslim men is pretty clear,
But girl, your insults, we don't fear,
You're just a storm in a tiny teacup,
Trying to be big, but you can't measure up.
 
Yo, listen up, Homerlilian, you're a joke Running your mouth, but you're just broke Living in your mama's basement, feeling like a loser But when it comes to success, you're just a snoozer You think you're hot stuff, but you're really not Living off handouts, that's all you got No hustle, no grind, just a sorry excuse You're a sad sight, man, what's the use? So keep talking your trash, it's all you can do But when it comes to winning, you ain't got a clue I'm rising to the top while you're stuck in the mud Homerlilian, you're nothing but a dud.

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Wonyluvr

โ€œla vie en rose๐Ÿฅ€ ~โ€
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Yo, listen up, Homerlilian, you're a joke Running your mouth, but you're just broke Living in your mama's basement, feeling like a loser But when it comes to success, you're just a snoozer You think you're hot stuff, but you're really not Living off handouts, that's all you got No hustle, no grind, just a sorry excuse You're a sad sight, man, what's the use? So keep talking your trash, it's all you can do But when it comes to winning, you ain't got a clue I'm rising to the top while you're stuck in the mud Homerlilian, you're nothing but a dud.

Kendrick Lamar GIF by BET Awards
CRAZYYYY
 
Yo, listen up, Homerlilian, you're a joke Running your mouth, but you're just broke Living in your mama's basement, feeling like a loser But when it comes to success, you're just a snoozer You think you're hot stuff, but you're really not Living off handouts, that's all you got No hustle, no grind, just a sorry excuse You're a sad sight, man, what's the use? So keep talking your trash, it's all you can do But when it comes to winning, you ain't got a clue I'm rising to the top while you're stuck in the mud Homerlilian, you're nothing but a dud.

Kendrick Lamar GIF by BET Awards


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I asked chat gpt got five of them and they were all trash somebody help
 

Basra

LOVE is a product of Doqoniimo mixed with lust
Let Them Eat Cake
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In a corner of the digital expanse,
For twenty-three years, a chance,
Basra's voice has been a constant beat,
A rhythm in the forum's street.

Weird but wise, a paradox true,
Her words are both old and new.
Opinions sharp, she never sways,
Through countless nights and endless days.

An obsession bright as stars at night,
With gay men and women, a pure delight.
Yet stranger still, her tastes embrace
Degeneracy's curious space.

TikTok lives, a constant stream,
She weaves her thoughts like in a dream.
In threads where chaos often reigns,
Basra's insights break the chains.

From heated debates to quiet chats,
Her presence felt like ancient spats.
A digital sage in the forum's fold,
Her story timeless, yet never old.

Basra, the enigma, the friend so true,
In a forum vast, we find her view.
Twenty-three years, and still she stays,
Her voice a beacon in the endless maze.



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I am touched and yet perturbed
 

Mudug_gyal

ู„ุง ุชูŽู‚ู’ู†ูŽุทููˆุง ู…ูู†ู’ ุฑูŽุญู’ู…ูŽุฉู ุงู„ู„ูŽู‘ู‡
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Wheres mine nigga?
 

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