Poem about my latest pull 😫

#1

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My insides are dying
My soul won’t stop crying
Retirement is ringing
As scopley is singing
I want to drop dead
Coffin be my new bed
For christia I can truly not bear
Like my shitstained underwear

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#2

Bless your heart

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#3

Hemingway himself would be proud

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#4

I have one as well. Less traditional, more spoken-word, art-house.

cough

Vernon.
Damn it.
Not you again.

That’s all I’ve got. Yes, it sucks. Green Earl #2 and Vernon #3 (not all from 5* tokens, though). Frustrating nonetheless.

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#6

My friend i tell you this,
ignorance is not bliss,
you knew the odds were never at your side,
in a failed attempt resides no pride.

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#7

Your muse to inspire this type of worded masterpiece must be truly rare and exceptional.

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#9

I’ll try a haiku

Farming coins for days
For what would be my sole pull
Got Doug, fuck that guy

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#10

Twas the day of blitz war,
Nothing in site I saw,
So I did my pull,
Knowing my luck was null,
And guess what scopely…

fuck you.

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#11

There once was a Walking Dead player
Who tried and tried to get better
He lost all is coins
Had to move to Des Moines
The misery is layer upon layer

#13

I wrote a song about my recent reward pulls!

Turd turd turds, turd is the word
ta ta ta turds turds turd, turd is the word
Oooh Baby… turd turd turd, turd is the word

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#14

I’ll try again: to all the poets here (and one songwriter, apparently).

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