Mommies boy went to a riot in support of abortion.
Involving himself in violence used for extortion.
He felt connected, like his life now had meaning
He'd been created, for nonsensical screaming.
 Shouting out the abortion, he wished his Mommy had,had.
That made him feel cheated, that made 'HIM' mad.
He became a victim, of those on the right.
Those uncaring bastards, he soon wanted too fight.
He picked up a rock, he threw it their way.
 Making a statement, They'd hear 'HIM' today.
But he was a weakling, the rock fell far short.
The pro-lifers started jeering, having some sport.
One noticed his forehead, where he'd tattoed HIM.
Then the crowds playful mood, changed on a whim.
Does 'HIM' have a problem, one of them yelled.
'HIM' peed his pants, was he being red-pilled.
They tittered, they mocked,  'HIM' was ascared.
He sulkily stood there he stupidly stared.
A pro-life protester, picked up his rock.
He had a good arm and "HIM" was cold cocked.
He fell to the sidewalk, the riot moved on.
He woke up hours later, his memory gone.
Lost and afraid, 'HIM' wanted his mommy.
A day in the life of a , pansy a*s commie.
D.L. Crockett -- 10/16/22