Oh, I’m a good old Bonbibro, Now that’s just what I am; For this “only fans Bontent” I do not care a dam. I’m glad I fit against it— I only wish we’d won, And I don’t want no pardon For anything I done. I hates the discord niggers, This reddit posters, too; I hate the filthy simpers, In the thread the glow. I hates the nu-bonbi, With all her brag and fuss; The lyin’, thievin’ Bonbi, I hates’er wuss and wuss. I hate the nu-bonbiverse And everything they do; I hate the Declaration Of only fans, too. I hates the fat assed bonbi, ‘Tis dripping with our blood; I hates the only fans logo— I fit it all I could. I followed old anons For four year, near about, Got wounded in three places, And starved at Thread Lookout. I cotch the roomatism A-campin’ in the board, But I killed a chance of simpers— I’d like to kill some mo’. Three hundred thousand simpers Is stiff in bbg dust; We got three hundred thousand Before they conquered us. They died of ttg psyop And Bonbibro steel and shot; I wish it was three millions Instead of what we got. I can’t take up my musket And fight’em now no more, But I ain’t agoin’ to love’em, Now that is sartin sure. And I don’t want no pardon For what I was and am; I won’t be reconstructed, And I don’t care a dam.