Smackney Hounds

Here he comes now, standing tall Chatting up birds pinned against the wall He’s got a Tattooed sleeve and his neck’s done in all And Biceps wide as the Dartford tunnel A man’s man, protein and sniff Listening to Rogan as he works his Shift At the pure gym, offering the girlies a lift They always say no - they’re stuck up bitches! White male, 6 foot, skin fade Loves to tell you all about the crypto he’s made Its a red-blooded male’s right to get laid But he doesn’t mind admitting that he sometimes pays Body modeled on the ubermensh Wants you to choke on his Davidoff stench And swoon when you see how much iron he can bench Keeps his jaw and his arse and his abdomen clenched Advocates for traditional roles A wife who keeps quiet and does as she’s told Evenings spent breeding before she’s too old To combat the state population control Not convinced by the mental health myth Or the autistic vaccine conspiracy grift Pasteurised milk? He gives it short shrift But Dark-web steroids are a god-given gift Sees himself as a Spartan wolf A Sigma crusader, aligned with the truth Spent a lot of time online as a youth And his Views on eugenics are somewhat Uncouth He doesn’t care if your feelings get hurt He’s a red pilled existentialist twerp Nice suits, jackboots and muscular girth Keenly aware of his own net worth No time for your woke bullshit He’s an apex man, a predatory git The peak of the species does as he sees fit Did you see her dress? She was asking for it