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Lawrence Hall [email protected] Dispatches for the Colonial Office The Compensatory Manosphere For our cabinet-room commandos They are loud with their manly talk of war Scripted by John Wayne, chopped-salad cliches Rat-tat-tatting like studio machine guns On the Flanders’ fields of grade-school recess They never heaved a buddy’s chopped remains Into a dust-off barely touching the ground Rotors screaming, wounded screaming, blood Instead, they polish their torpedoes and CVs “Signal ‘Charge!’” Is their computer keyboard battle cry Their wives listening in as young soldiers die
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Apr 28, 2025
Apr 28, 2025 at 8:44 AM UTC
The Compensatory Manosphere
Lawrence Hall [email protected] Dispatches for the Colonial Office The Compensatory Manosphere For our cabinet-room commandos They are loud with their manly talk of war Scripted by John Wayne, chopped-salad cliches Rat-tat-tatting like studio machine guns On the Flanders’ fields of grade-school recess They never heaved a buddy’s chopped remains Into a dust-off barely touching the ground Rotors screaming, wounded screaming, blood Instead, they polish their torpedoes and CVs “Signal ‘Charge!’” Is their computer keyboard battle cry Their wives listening in as young soldiers die
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Apr 28, 2025
Apr 28, 2025 at 8:44 AM UTC
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