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- The Fifth is Feared
- >You are Anonymous.
- >And you are tired of this fracas.
- >Every day, an agitation. New squabbles and aggravation.
- >Slip your grip on hesitation. Raise your pinky to the sky.
- >Silence golden, none reply.
- >You go about your morning walks
- >Disturbed by fighting, shrieks, and squawks
- >Crusaders whine of blank-spaced docks
- >And ask you why, oh why?
- >They've used their cunning, been outfoxed
- >The beating of internal clocks
- >Have lead to many pleas and knocks
- >At doors where answers lie.
- >They've tested out the cutie pox
- >Been smitten by love poison's talks
- >Ripped open each Pandora's box
- >Sometimes they're even kinky.
- >They've spoken of their virgin locks
- >Smooth roads of which the hymen blocks
- >And cravings of strong human cocks
- >To this, you rose your pinky.
- >Silence sudden, fillies gone.
- >A pleasant day, for Anon.
- >At other times, were ponies six
- >Who'd trap you like fine mortared bricks
- >And put you on the crucifix
- >Of "Friendship" you'd deny.
- >They'd ask of home, life, and ethics
- >Your sharp dress and Earthly relics
- >Preference of parties or picnics
- >Advances, you'd defy.
- >You've had your share of nasty licks
- >Your chest was scarred from ugly hits
- >But lower did their eyes transfix
- >On something, perhaps stinky.
- >Each would try their different tactics
- >Magics, spastics, gimmicks, fabrics
- >Gambits aimed at getting Man sticks
- >To this, you rose your pinky.
- >Instant quiet, stares of fright.
- >The silence, to Anon, delight.
- >A scroll was sent by dragon flare
- >To Canterlot, and made aware
- >The Golden Sun and the Night Mare
- >Of Anon's current plight.
- >They entered Ponyville's town square
- >The Light and Dark upon their hair
- >And onto Anon they did stare
- >Enraptured by the sight
- >Upon their birthrights both did swear
- >That they would have Anon the Fair
- >And with their magic did ensnare
- >Anon, their auras inky
- >Odes were given, spoke in prayer
- >The patience of Anon did wear
- >And when they said your bed they'd share.
- >To this, you rose your pinky.
- >Alicorns eternal, humbled.
- >Desire of deities crumbled.
- >Anon walked away and grumbled.
- "These mares make me so sick."
- "They stoop low and only stumble"
- "Fight for me and only fumble"
- "Try to make my jimmies jumble"
- "They'll never get the dick."
- >They say that Discord turned to stone
- >Gave up his freedom and his throne
- >Rather than face the fifth-placed bone
- >Known on Anon's right hand.
- >That changelings made their masks undone
- >That Manticores fled like children
- >That Dragon's from their hoard would run
- >Than before the pinky stand.
- >Why this digit held such power
- >Why it made all creatures cower
- >When Anon's mood would turn sour
- >No one can truly say
- >But if one's fortune were to fall
- >To face that finger fifth and small
- >He'd have the pity of us all
- >And for him we would pray.
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