[Ditherer]
Tinder girls like horses but they don’t like them like I do.
And if I brought them home they’d meet my waifu like... “Hi, dude.”
Dunno how I’d quite explain the dakimakuras,
They’d end up prolly mockin us or go call for the cops and stuff...
That’s why I’m forecasting a cold marriage and a hot divorce.
When ladies look at me they close the windows and they lock the doors.
I could walk the floors all year in pursuit of a top amour
And still receive a girl who wears a fursuit and gets off to dwarves!

Girls taking pinking shears to my self-esteem
My eccentricity don’t have the wealth it needs to help it breathe.
So I can’t find a nocturnal lady into pony shit
And play the bitch a nocturne and save her from loneliness
Or a Twi girl to mark me as a hella gay doormat
Cus I don’t write my pony bars in MLA format
I flirt with those - except they love Darcy and Great Gatsby
And bars are straight nasty but I don’t got shirts to throw.
Or Pinkie type girls with the real wicked insomnia
Or knismolagnia - don’t Google that - my audience
Does not have many women in its ranks,
Many people in my place find being cynical is dank
Right now life is more a lone abyss
Where’s a man to turn when his prospects don’t exist?
Broke my wrist.

[Doodled]
Replace a gelding - it's all I need -
Gotta get me some horse pussy.
On that degen shit - it's all I see.
Gotta get me some horse pussy.
Pastel ass is all I need -
Gotta get me some horse pussy.
Fluttershy's an Angel - gotta see if she's a rope bunny,
Tell her be like the bee, feed her with that dope honey.
She's the changeling queen, stick my dick in swiss cheese,
"She"'s on her knees for me, but if I hope funny.
In 2D, a wuss like me gets brothels.
Pinkie's pies are nice but she need sweet when I think salt'll.
Sendin' Spike aflight for the night; I got no time for coddles,
Twilight's got a dirty pussy - hose it 'til it... tongue pop Sparkles.
I wanna fold enough to achieve autofellatio;
Bend me like a 'zine so I can peep a centerfold
Featuring Rarity, drama queen - the fav'rite role
Of a bottom bitch, hey Miss - you play Horatio!
Only action - best of 'em - I get is from a glory hole;
Rather worship Celestia, then we'll do the holy roll.
Woke up when Luna asked "What's with all the poo?"
I was dumping a dookie on a daki of Daring Do.
Did I diddle this equine o'mine enough to get the load I blew?
I stained the bitch a dark brown,
Better go and buy anew!
But before I clean this mess, get on 4chan - make a greentext,
'Cause this wasn't my best day.
My girl came over when I was too late for class,
Saw me slamming a horn from The New Day up my ass,
Singing

[Ditherer]
I still got some hope about my lovelife as the years spin
And if I’m ever married I’ll make sure she never hears this
But any lady that I make eye contact on fears Dith
And hearing what I rap about’d make a normie’s ears split
Maybe somewhere out there is a NEET Moondancer
Who lives in east New Hampshire I’ll say yeet to lamp with
No getting soused with nerds I’d pound herbs with a Treehugger
Weed-puffer d-lover and then go buy a house in Perth
And if I ever make my flows famous, shake hands with stonemasons
I’ll remain so basic and chase the gold maidens and
Stay so low valence I won’t need no Cadance
Allay the ho baes with bouqets of rose stamens