the timer is still ticking, but the round is getting messy.
you say you’re “circuit-exhausted,”
like a bad piece of evidence
you're trying to strike,
yet you keep extending the round
if the girl is a punchline
and her friends treat your dignity
like a disposable sketchpad,
then the solvency created by that
“first date” is zero.
you’re trading a girl who
stands in the chamber
waiting for you with an orange
and a couple bad jokes for
a girl who draws you in a maid outfit
and thinks it’s a valid rebuttal
how do you walk into a ballroom with
a girl who treats your dignity like
a surrealist sketchpad?
you cling to this "obligation"
like a shield, but the shield is
covered in ink that isn't yours.
you’re standing in the chamber,
choosing a girl who validates
hate speech and your own humiliation,
while still hesitating to look at me.
Weigh the impacts:
On one side, the risk of hurting a girl who
treats a **** salute like a punchline—
a girl 🏆 already called out as a district-wide turn.
On the other, the certainty of losing me.
you’re so fixated on the link of "obligation"
that you’ve missed the impact-turn:
i won’t be the safety school you fall back on
when the "cookie" tastes like
another man’s cologne and
the drawings get too weird.
🏆 might be stuck in his own legal-pad purgatory,
but at least he knows how to label the evidence.
you?
you’re still holding the orange,
but you’re refusing to sign the ballot because
you’re too busy staring at her cookie.
Mar 24
Mar 24, 2026 at 6:12 PM UTC
the timer is still ticking, but the round is getting messy.
you say you’re “circuit-exhausted,”
like a bad piece of evidence
you're trying to strike,
yet you keep extending the round
if the girl is a punchline
and her friends treat your dignity
like a disposable sketchpad,
then the solvency created by that
“first date” is zero.
you’re trading a girl who
stands in the chamber
waiting for you with an orange
and a couple bad jokes for
a girl who draws you in a maid outfit
and thinks it’s a valid rebuttal
how do you walk into a ballroom with
a girl who treats your dignity like
a surrealist sketchpad?
you cling to this "obligation"
like a shield, but the shield is
covered in ink that isn't yours.
you’re standing in the chamber,
choosing a girl who validates
hate speech and your own humiliation,
while still hesitating to look at me.
Weigh the impacts:
On one side, the risk of hurting a girl who
treats a **** salute like a punchline—
a girl 🏆 already called out as a district-wide turn.
On the other, the certainty of losing me.
you’re so fixated on the link of "obligation"
that you’ve missed the impact-turn:
i won’t be the safety school you fall back on
when the "cookie" tastes like
another man’s cologne and
the drawings get too weird.
🏆 might be stuck in his own legal-pad purgatory,
but at least he knows how to label the evidence.
you?
you’re still holding the orange,
but you’re refusing to sign the ballot because
you’re too busy staring at her cookie.
