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He flirts with swagger, tough and sly, Until one cotton ghost drifts by. His lungs collapse, his pupils shrink: The Red Sea's there - and he can't think. A harmless wrapper hits the floor, He screams in fear - out of the door. Brave soldier gone with trembling knees: Retreat! Retreat! Ovaries! They mock our pain, but drop like flies, When faced with proof of girl supplies. The sight of pads or 'monthly doom'? They'd rather face some deadly gloom. A tampon's launched - a weapon, sleek. His courage folds within 'the week'. Men run from blood, though not from crime; The irony just bleeds in time. So girls, take notes for future use: No ghosting texts, no lame excuse. Just toss a ****** aim with flair, You'll clear the room, the field, the air. And when they ask what brought their fall, Say, "tampons, honey - that is all." He thought it's death, disease, or pain; Nope - Cotton catching ****** rain.
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Jan 3
Jan 3, 2026 at 4:27 AM UTC
Tactical ******
He flirts with swagger, tough and sly, Until one cotton ghost drifts by. His lungs collapse, his pupils shrink: The Red Sea's there - and he can't think. A harmless wrapper hits the floor, He screams in fear - out of the door. Brave soldier gone with trembling knees: Retreat! Retreat! Ovaries! They mock our pain, but drop like flies, When faced with proof of girl supplies. The sight of pads or 'monthly doom'? They'd rather face some deadly gloom. A tampon's launched - a weapon, sleek. His courage folds within 'the week'. Men run from blood, though not from crime; The irony just bleeds in time. So girls, take notes for future use: No ghosting texts, no lame excuse. Just toss a ****** aim with flair, You'll clear the room, the field, the air. And when they ask what brought their fall, Say, "tampons, honey - that is all." He thought it's death, disease, or pain; Nope - Cotton catching ****** rain.
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Jan 3
Jan 3, 2026 at 4:27 AM UTC
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