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MGTOW poem

Cap285 — Wed, 01 Oct 2014 00:55:37 +0000

To all you stupid women I say:
F~~~ your games; I’m not going to play.
You yap and talk and run your yap,
But I am not a stupid sap.
I quit listening when I was a young,
To your vile, misleading, evil forked tongue.
You spew s~~~ no one wants to hear,
When you should be looking in the mirror.
Because that is where the problem is,
Not the male, no not his.
You yell and point and like to blame,
And all you can do is shame.
You have no logic, facts or reason,
Only emotion, lies and acts of treason.
No one cares about your ‘cause’,
I won’t listen, not even pause.
Your first world problems are a f~~~ing joke,
Men laugh at you, it makes us choke.
You all think that you’re oppressed,
A trip to the Middle East would be best.
To see what oppression truly means,
Because you think it’s not being able to afford ninety dollar jeans.
You’ve cried wolf for far too long,
We’re tired of listening to the same old song.
That we’re the cause of all your woes,
When will it end? No one knows.
Actually we do, the end is near,
Which is the cause of all this fear.
Books and articles and videos galore,
Because women can’t find ‘good’ men anymore.
They’re standing right in front of your face,
But it’s the losers and criminals you’d rather chase,
In your youth when you’re young and fine,
But those years are short in which you have to shine.
The Wall™ hits fast and with brutal force,
Then you decide it’s time to change course.
A lonely, single mother of two,
Wondering, “Where have the ‘good’ men gone to?”
With her looks gone, she becomes frantic,
Trying to land a sucker in a panic.
But marriage rates are on the decline,
And all you can do is whine.
Because nobody wants children who are not his,
And a woman who looks ten years older than she really is.
With requirements to make a stomach turn,
While you offer nothing in return.
You ignored good men you met in your past,
But they don’t want you now and time is slipping fast.
They worked hard and did the right thing,
While you were off having flings.
You’re now a used up, broken down sow.
And you have the gall to ask for him now?
We should all ‘man up’ you say?
Why shouldn’t your kids multiple dads? Where are they?
Men have woken up and we’re not coming back.
To the marriage plantation to carry the pack,
Of bills, chores and no benefits to be seen,
That is a place to which I have been.
I’m never going back; it’s a place I won’t tread,
Not even with a large caliber revolver to my head.
My money and time and life are my own,
Not to be some woman’s drone.
We’re losers because we think video games are a substitution?
Wait until they legalize prostitution.
Because none of this will then not matter,
Your world will truly be shattered.
All good things come to an end,
So quit listening to the herd, Hollywood and your stupid friends.
Things have to change, you ask “With who?”
Look in the mirror, it starts with you.

Fuck this planet.

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Ned Trent — Thu, 09 Apr 2015 23:01:09 +0000

Heey Cap285, that is some bit of a massive great poem you came up with there…

Now, may I add just a few more final lines…

The ultimate solution may come from where do you think?

No, you ain’t no more princesses dressed up in pink.

You wait and see soon we shall show you how

By more and more of us going MGTOW.

Maybe at this point I could join in by daring to quote a few of the verses from my very own rap song I had written. Here it goes:

We’ve watched yer progress, camel toes on an epic scale

And how gynocentrism had us turn pale

You’ve pulled your petty tricks on us for quite some time

But now we’ve cleaned our ears to hear the truthful chime

Now, where would you be with all our full attention

Along big piles of cash and gifts not to mention

It’s time for you to finally support yourselves

Cos for you we no longer stock up super market shelves

Ever asked yourselves what responsibility is

You never thought about it in childhood which you dearly miss

To delegate it away is very convenient

And once you have to take it on, it really hurts doesn’t it..?

Relying exclusively on your questionable looks

Filled s~~~ lots of vein pages in all history books

Our fathers would turn ’round in all there early graves

If they just saw how you now keep us merely as slaves

We’ve given you inventions you can’t take credit for

Instead you snatch ’em from us to make our lives sore

Whatever a man does for you will never be enough

And all you say is your good man just has to be tough

Hypergamy you mastered and taken over the top

And it’s firmly been cemented into the culture of pop

But we’re now takin’ ourselves out of that loop

Since we’re sick and tired of jumping through another hoop

You’ve pushed us to our limits of humiliations we can bear

We’ve flooded you with our empathy that you’d hardly treat fair

How little of that ever came back from your end

You’d rather dump us for the next best shmug into quick sand

Women’s faults are allegedly many

And we’re supposed to only have those two:

Sure enough you claim that it’s everything

That we ever say and that we ever do.

True happiness to you is an unknown term

And you’d rather try to hijack our sperm

So you’re no longer gonna be the queens of the night

Once we’ll leave you be and that should serve you right

You’ll see your trouble is that you could never cope alone

But we as brothers can truly build our throne

Once the big collapse hits, we’ll rebuild our new roots

Whilst you’ll be just waiting until facebook re-boots…

Well, it is still very close to the original lyrics, although I changed some parts of it ever so slightly. So much for that anyway…

I'd rather die a natual death with a clear MGTOW conscience somewhere off the grid than one within "modern" civilisation with a big stress mark on my forehead and a couple of dozen tubes plugged into my body. Back to the plantation..? Me..? Hey, literally: I won't ever fucking kid myself...YZERLMNTSIC

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Thu, 09 Apr 2015 23:19:20 +0000

Great work guys, poetry is the soul of writing.

I remember when MGTOW was first being discussed many years ago. At the time I thought this poem by Robert Frost captured the movement:

The Road Not Taken
BY ROBERT FROST
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

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Thu, 09 Apr 2015 23:59:37 +0000

As a little boy I went to your school, education promised, instead I was fooled.

Women’s libbers started this fight, turning daylight to darkness and endless fright.

You ran around like wild whores, now no men stand on your empty shores.

Alone you say; “where are all the good men”? why won’t they stay in my dirty pigpen.

Now your litter-box stinks to high heaven, You destroyed a good man his name was Kevin.

You demand equality or women may cry, while men are suffering and soon will die.

You tell us to “man-up” to be a “real man”, with deceit you toss us in the garbage can.

I can’t bear to hear a woman cry, while my brothers lay in the streets waiting to die.

I don’t care if you hate me, I don’t give a f~~~, look at your watch, you are out of luck!

You are a ruthless and cruel cold hearted c~~~, I will never be your f~~~ing grunt!

To speak the truth without one lie, I MUST INSIST YOU F~~~ OFF AND DIE!

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AFT — Fri, 10 Apr 2015 00:54:33 +0000

You’ve got your way for far too long,
Shamed and blamed my innocent schlong
Just because you’ve got a wet pink fanny,
Doesn’t make you more desirable than a granny.
Because you see the wall is fair,
It rewards men with grey hair.
For putting up with your juvenile s~~~,
I quickly learnt marriage plantation to quit.
Now with experience and wisdom under my belt,
It’s all the new young nubile pussies I’ll melt.
You see with all the rights of promiscuity to abuse,
It’s only my c~~~ on the carousel you’ll use.
You’ll never know the meaning of responsibility,
That’s why I’m enjoying abundant promiscuity.
Now bend over while I fill your ass with cum,
Because with the rest of your s~~~ I’m done.

When the war cemeteries are half full of the corpses of dead conscripted women, only then will women have earned the right to speak of equality. Sidecar “A man is a success if he gets up in the morning and goes to bed at night and in between does what he wants to do.” - Bob Dylan

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ComingInHot — Fri, 10 Apr 2015 01:49:40 +0000

I think the MGTOW POEM section should be nominated for the Nobel Peace Prize.

Every time I read a poem or a post, I truly learn something, thank you gentleman for sharing your knowledge and experience, even if in figurative and allegorical form. Thank you for the time you take to post on this page.

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AFT — Fri, 10 Apr 2015 03:41:15 +0000

I just had to add these few lines;

You’ve got your way for far too long,
Shamed and blamed, my innocent schlong
Just because you’ve got a wet pink fanny,
Doesn’t make you more desirable, than a granny.
Because you see, the wall is fair,
It rewards men, with grey hair.
For putting up with your juvenile s~~~,
I learnt marriage plantation to quit.
Now with experience and wisdom under my belt,
It’s all the nubile pussies that I’ll melt.
You see with all the rights of promiscuity to abuse,
It’s only my c~~~ on the carousel you’ll use.
You’ll never know the meaning of responsibility,
That’s why I’m enjoying abundant promiscuity.
Now bend over while I fill your ass with cum,
Because with the rest of your s~~~, I’m already done.
You’ve shoved your feminism down my throat for too long,
So now it’s time for you, to swallow my schlong.
To acquire provisioning, you’ll suck me hard,
I’ll enjoy your pussy until I discard.
There’s no more shame to put on me,
For you’re to blame for what I see.
What’s the point for me to play?
In a game that’s skewed all your way.
I’d rather pack up my stuff and leave,
I don’t care what you want to conceive.
I’m far more happy, that I didn’t stay,
Now that I’m Going My Own Way.

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BrainPilot — Fri, 10 Apr 2015 03:51:12 +0000

My name once appeared on a wedding chapel roster…
But the girl in the white dress was an imposter…
She brought me pain and strife,
and generally f~~~ed up my life.

BUT I GOT THE LAST LAUGH WHEN I TOSSED HER…!!! 😀

Look, it's not my fault that tornado dropped a house on your sister. Now get back on your broom and get your ass out of here... and take your monkeys with you

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Darth Sin — Fri, 10 Apr 2015 04:28:25 +0000

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harpo-my-"SON" — Sat, 11 Apr 2015 07:19:28 +0000

No! I won’t do it, I say screw it.

Life is to short to give you time.

do what you like, but on your own dime.

No! No! Nuh uh Not a chance I don’t wanna dance..

You want this and you want that.

how does it feel, to be turned down flat?

No! I can’t see it, A tool for you, I won’t be it.

Its all clear, what you really fear, is abandonment dear.

so No! I won’t stay. My life’s my own and I’m going my way.

No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No!

I was bound to be misunderstood, and I laugh at those who misunderstand me. Kind mockery at the well intentioned, but unfettered cruelty towards those would be prison guards of my creative possibilities. This so as to learn as much from misunderstanding as from understanding. Taking pleasure in worthy opponents and making language fluid and flowing like a river yet pointed and precise as a dagger. Contradicts the socialistic purpose of language and makes for a wonderful linguistic dance, A verbal martial art with constant parries that hone the weapon that is the two edged sword of my mouth.