A Poem About Tamir/OMH

Author: Meow

Tamir’s tame as a toad,
Tamir’s a loser’s load,
Acting all high, but you’re just a fly,
Tamir thinks he is a total ten,
But he loses every argument again and again,
He flexes hard with nothing to show,
Moving through life in extra slow-mo,
His jokes always land with a tragic thud,
And his sense of style is clear as mud,
He talks a big game but disappears fast,
In any race, Tamir is coming in last

Tamir smells of shit, piss, and dick. Tamir is a fat little man-whore.