OEP LABS Domestic

Fellow poets, I offer this bequest.
Whistles' freshest digest, told not in jest
Testosterone decanoate dropped, i attest
A testament to tireless testing of test,
Elixir, i'm decadently blessed with the best

I waited, refreshed,
hope sharp as a pin—
but D500 vanished
before I got in.

Ten seconds of chaos,
a blink and it’s gone;
now I’m left staring,
empty cart, moving on.

Yet still I’ll be ready
next drop, no doubt—
’cause nothing stings harder
than missing a test sellout.
 
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