Just a small town anon, living in a liberal world…
She took the twitter train, goin' anywhere….
Just a city anon, born and raised in crumbling, dem run detroit…..
He took the twitter train goin' anywhere…..
They meet in a chan chat room….
The smell of corruption and impending doom….
For a crumb, they can share the night….
They wait on and on and on and on…..
Big Crumbs, keep on droppin….
Carry me home to my chan……
Diggin clues on the deep state…..
I miss OBAMA once again and I think its a sin…..
Buddy you're anon make a big noise…
Playin in the chans, gonna be a BO some day…
You got blood on yo face…..
You Big disgrace…..
Kickin your chan all over the place….
Typing…..
We will, we will, BAN YOU….
Everybody
We will, we will BAN YOU…..
Hello Darkness, my old friend….
Ive come to talk to Q again……
Because the bread softly creeping…
He left the crumbs while I was sleeping….
And the crumbs that were planted in my brain….
Still remain…..
And Q is the sound of silence……
thank you, thank you…..
I like BIG CRUMBS, and I can not lie….
All you other anons cant deny….
When Q drops in with an itty bitty taste….
And a big loaf in your face…
You get sprung……
Dig if you will the picture….
Of Q and I engaged in a kiss….
The crumbs from his drops cover me….
Can you anons, can you picture this…..
Dream if you will the chan boards…..
An ocean of drops in a chat room…..
Many anons make curious posts….
They feel the heat…..
The heat between me and Q…….