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What a crappy poem. Did you get him for FTFSI or for bad poetry?
Here's mine:
A Reaper looked at me this evening,
his eyes tracked over the lines of my ignorance,
unblinking, showing no sign of tolerance.
No sign of caring or consideration, throwing my ruck down the hall.
I wondered why I came here at all.
I watched my screen thinking I was the shit,
Not caring they had posted the rules, not even a li'l bit.
I wondered how he hit that button so fast.
He must have dones it 1,000 times in the past,
The joy he must have felt.
I wanted to tell him not to use the buckle end of the belt,
to spank my silly ass for FTFSI.
my time on PS.com didn't last the time it takes him to sigh,
Shunned and banned.
Like a gurl I cry!,
Now I can't get inside, WHY?
Back to the oil, fry french fries FRY!
And closed the drive-thru window...........
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Somewhere a True Believer is training to kill you. He is training with minimal food or water, in austere conditions, training day and night. The only thing clean on him is his weapon and he made his web gear. He doesn't worry about what workout to do - his ruck weighs what it weighs, his runs end when the enemy stops chasing him. This True Believer is not concerned about 'how hard it is;' he knows either he wins or dies. He doesn't go home at 17:00, he is home.
He knows only The Cause.
Still want to quit?
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