It's my birthday and I just thought of a poem that would fit nicely at immortal.

*Before I begin I wish to make this disclaimer *

I do not support, endorse, condone, or seriously intend to cause anyone to purposely distinguish their existence in any way what so ever. Be it duly noted henseforth this day that this disclaimer is to be taken for it's meaning and the following is strictly for entertainment value only.
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Whenever Tiyler Durden came a-
round,
We people of immortal would spit
at him... p;
He is annoying and his soul's unsound,
Ill-tempered, and kind of a gimp.

And he is never quietly arrayed,
And he is never witty when he
talks;
But still he raises pulses when he
says,
' hmmm hmm hmmm' hell, he prob'ly sucks
when he fucks.

And he is dumb- yes, dumber than Don
King,
And so very poorly schooled in every
class
Insane, he thinks that he is every-
thing
To make us wish for our foot in his
ass.

So on he went, over and over all
night,
All day without ending, wish
he was dead;
So Tiyler Durden, please get out of
sight
Go home and put a bullet through
your head.

Nicholas McDonough

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ode-to-tiyler-jul-25th-2003/