For those of you who still claim to be antis yet something about catgirls still draws you in

You're like something out of my shit genderqueer brand of poetry. The moth of failed societal expectations, drawn to the bright flame of the very fetish that, for whatever reason, you despise the most.<br><br> Listen to the music that antis make. It's incredibly pathetic.<br><br> Listen to the music that assholes make when they get shit on by the catgirls. It's incredibly pathetic.<br><br> The same moth of failed societal expectations, drawn to the bright flame of the very fetish that, for whatever reason, you despise the most.<br><br> Why do you keep shitting out something that sounds like, oh shit, whoops, i did it again? What about "arms around you", whoops, did it again. What about "my reality", whoops, did it again. What about "karma", whoops, did it again. <br><br> Don't you realize that these songs are all the same, about the same pathetic feelings of inadequacy that brand you an outcast?<br><br> Why do you keep trying to relate to the catgirls, when they have brandished you their enemy?<br><br> Why do you sound like the very thing that you claim to despise?