March of the White Knights
(Warning: This poem contains satire and you'll need humor to enjoy it)
Stop! You vain disgraceful twit!
Or I will draw my blade
I would advise you now to quit
For when I start to type my shit
It's already too late
You called my girl a meanie name
And oh, the price you'll pay
Forever you'll be filled with shame
The shitstorm that, after me, came
Will never go away
Shut up you fool! I did have have sex!
And very steamy too!
What do you mean you want the facts?
And you're the one that should relax!
My words were good and true
I am not desperate, I'm just nice!
And not that that is bad!
I will inform you more than twice
In crazy stories filled with spice
Of all the sex I had
I love free speech! I really do!
But you just went too far
This concept of "Honest review"
This thing to me is strangely new
I find it quite bizarre
For my lady is good and pure!
So her work should be, too
You're just jealous and insecure!
You wish that you were her, I'm sure
Go and write something new!
I'm an expert on women's rights
And find you a disgrace
You should't love women in tights
And as a man I know my plights
To love women with space
Valuing beauty gets me pissed
Of crimes it's worst of all
For when the young girls read your lists
They'll feel ashamed and slit their wrists!
And then it's all your fault!
And no, Anita is not lame!
She's a trustworthy source
Of info on the crimes of games
These filthy men are all the same
Except for me, of course