On a blue little Island of Sala-ma-Sond, Lucy the Poosey was queen of the pond.

A convenient little pond. It was clean. It was neat. The water was warm. There was plenty of meat.

The Pooseys had everything posseys might need. And they were all happy. Quite happy indeed.

 

They were… until Lucy, the queen of them all,

Decided the cocks she ruled were too small.

“Imma Poosey,” said Lucy, “of all that I see.

But I don’t see enough. That’s the trouble with me.

With these cocks for a canoe, I look down upon my pond

But I cannot look down on the places beyond.

This canoe that I sit on doesn’t even throb.

It ought to be bigger!” she said with a sob.

 

So Lucy, the Poosey Queen, lifted her hand

And Lucy, the Poosey Queen, gave a command.

She ordered nine cocks to swim to her canoe

Easily using these cocks since they didn’t have a clue.

She made each cock stand on one another’s back

And she piled them all up in a nine‐cock stack.

 

And all through the river of college, she sat there up high

Saying over and over, “A great cunt am I!”

Until ‘long after graduation. Then she heard a faint sigh.

“What’s that?” snapped the queen. And she looked down the stack.

And she saw, at the bottom, a cock named Mack.

Just a forgotten part of her canoe. And this plain little cock looked up said, “Beg your pardon, Queen Lucy. I’ve pains in my balls and my shoulders and knees. How long must we stand here, Your Majesty, please?”

 

“SILENCE!” the Queen of the Cocks barked back.

I’m queen, and you’re only a little cock named Mack.”

“You stay in your place while I sit here and rule.

I’m queen of a Chad who is hung like a mule!

I will be queen of his house! Due to my bush! And my cat!

But that isn’t all. I’ll do better than that!

My canoe shall be bigger!” her royal voice quivered, “because I am so obviously triggered!”

 

“COCKS! More Cocks!” she bellowed and brayed.

And her orbiting cocks were upset and dismayed.

They trembled. They shook. But they came. They obeyed.

From all over, they came running by dozens.

Whole frats of cocks with brothers and cousins.

And all of them stepped on the head of poor Mack.

One after another, they climbed up the cock stack.

 

But, while she was shouting, she saw with surprise

That a red moon of the evening was starting to rise

Up over her head in the darkening skies.

“What’s THAT?” snorted Lucy. “Say, what IS that thing

That dares to be better than Lucy the Queen?

I shall now allow it! I’ll be more valuable still!

I’ll build my cock canoe larger! I can and I will!

I’ll Tinder more cocks. I’ll stack ‘em to heaven!

I’ll do fifty more but say my N count is seven!”

 

But, as Lucy, the Poosey, lifted her hand

And open Tinder to give the command,

That plain little cock below in the stack,

That plain little cock whose name was just Mack,

Decided he’d taken enough. And he had.

And that plain little lad got a little bit mad

And that plain little Mack said I will no longer be blue!

And his rejection sunk the queens canoe!

 

And Lucy the Poosey, the queen of the cucks,

The queen of the betas as well as the young bucks,

The queen of the Chad who was hung like a mule…

Well, that was the end of Lucy Poosey’s rule!

For Lucy, the Poosey of all Sala‐ma‐Sond,

sunk with her canoe into the pond!

 

And today the great Poosey, that Marvelous She,

Is Queen of Denial. Her past youth is all she can see.

And the cocks of course…all the cocks were set free.

As all cocks under the red moon should be.

 

TLDR – MRP’s got too much pussy testing the waters. Learn from past mistakes since nothing has changed.

https://www.reddit.com/r/marriedredpill/comments/4ap5qa/editorial_why_rpw_hates_mrp_or_how_all_of_you/