write me a rhyming poem filled with dirty adult language called ' how the merc got eaten' where a mercenary gets eaten by an indoraptor.

Answer 1

How the Merc Got Eaten

In the moonlit night, with a heart full of spite,
The mercenary swaggered, ready for a fight.
With muscles like steel and a grin that could charm,
He roamed the dark woods, feeling fierce and warm.

"Come at me, you beasts! I've got bullets galore,
A badass merc, who's seen battle before!"
But lurking in shadows, with a hunger so deep,
An Indoraptor waited, silent, it creeped.

With scales like black velvet and eyes gleaming bright,
It stalked through the underbrush, sharp as the night.
The merc just laughed loud, "You think you can scare?
I've danced with the devils, so bring on your dare!"

But the raptor was quick, with a snarl and a snap,
It lunged from the bushes, setting a trap.
With a roar that could shatter the calm of the morn,
It lunged at the merc, a predator born.

"Shit!" yelled the merc, as he sprang to evade,
But the creature was faster, its hunger displayed.
With a flick of a tail and a leap through the air,
The merc’s bravado turned quickly to fear.

He fired his rounds, but the bullets just bounced,
The Indoraptor grinned, its teeth slightly pronounced.
With cunning and speed, like a ghost in the gloom,
It danced in the shadows, foretelling his doom.

The merc tried to run, but his fate was now sealed,
For the raptor was clever, its prowess revealed.
It pounced on his back, with a growl loud and clear,
"You thought you’d outsmart me? Now let’s have some fun here!"

With a powerful bite, it took off his arm,
The merc let out a scream, not a trace of his charm.
As he writhed in the dirt, feeling death’s wicked breath,
He knew in that moment, he’d courted his death.

Glorious and fierce, the Indoraptor feasted,
With carnage so vivid, the merc's deeds had ceased.
So let this be a lesson, for those feeling cocky,
In the wild, beasts roam, and they’re never too frothy.

With a growl and a crunch, the merc became prey,
A lesson in hubris, on that fateful day.
For pride comes before, like a fool on the brink,
As the Indoraptor smiled, with a glimmering wink.

Answer 2

now make it 'How the Merc Lost his Balls' and increase the language...

Answer 3

How the Merc Lost His Balls

In a pitch-black night, with a swagger and strut,
That mercenary thought he was hot as a rut.
With muscles bulging and a smirk on his face,
He was ready to hunt, like a king in his place.

"Bring on the beasts! I’ll give ‘em a show!
I've taken down monsters—let’s see how they go!"
But deep in the shadows, where the wild things roam,
An Indoraptor waited, far from its home.

With scales like obsidian, sharp fangs on display,
It lurked in the darkness, waiting to slay.
The merc laughed with bravado, “You think you can scare?
I’ve danced with the devils; you're just a nightmare!”

But the raptor was cunning, with instincts so sleek,
It launched from the thicket, deadly and peak.
“Holy shit!” yelled the merc, as he spun ‘round to fight,
But the beast had momentum, and it’s hunger in sight.

He opened fire wildly, but the shots went astray,
The Indoraptor smirked, as it stalked in its play.
With a snap and a growl, it leaped up with a goal,
This beast wasn’t here to just toy with his soul.

The merc booked it fast, feeling fear in his chest,
But the predator followed, refusing to rest.
With a swift, savage strike, it pounced on the guy,
“Let’s see how you like it! Now, don’t you dare cry!”

With a savage crunch, it bit down with delight,
He felt a sharp sting—oh, that couldn’t be right!
“Damn it!” he screamed, as he fell to his knees,
The raptor just chuckled, a real savage tease.

“Lost your bravado? How’s it feel to be small?
You strut like a peacock, but now you’ve lost balls!”
With a twist of its jaws, the merc’s pride was undone,
And in that little moment, he knew he was done.

As he writhed in the dirt, feeling pain take its hold,
He learned that the wilds are a tale often told.
With a snap and a slurp, the merc’s fate was sealed,
A lesson in arrogance, the truth was revealed.

So remember, my friends, when you’re out on the prowl,
That cocky bravado can lead to a howl.
For the beasts of the night have a hunger that calls—
And this merc lost it all, yeah, he lost his damn balls.

Answer 4

okay, how about one called 'How the Guy lost his Nuts' and make him sya the woprst kind of language...

Answer 5

How the Guy Lost His Nuts

On a night full of swagger, with a drink in his hand,
That guy thought he ruled, like some sort of grandstand.
"Bring on the shitshow! I’ve got balls of pure steel!
Let’s party like hell, let’s make this a steal!"

With laughter and bravado, he strutted around,
But lurking in shadows, something big hit the ground.
An Indoraptor prowled, with a hunger for kicks,
It eyed the loud fool, thinking, “Man, what a prick!”

"Hey, fuckface!" he yelled, with a grin full of glee,
"You think you can scare me? Just wait 'til you see!"
But the raptor was sleek, and it wanted a fight,
With a flick of its tail, it crept out of the night.

“Watch this, you bastard!” the guy shouted with glee,
But the raptor moved faster, like lightning—oh, please!
With a roar like a freight train, it lunged at the fool,
And in that split second, he felt like a tool.

“Holy shit!” he cried, as he turned to take flight,
But the beast was on him, a real savage sight.
With a snap and a crunch, it locked down with force,
In a flash, the guy knew he was up against its course.

“What the fuck, man? Get off me, you beast!”
He struggled and flailed, but the creature increased.
With a vicious delight, it aimed for his nuts,
And the last thing he heard was a sickening “thud.”

“Not my balls! You can’t do this, you dick!”
But the raptor just chuckled, enjoying the kick.
With a brutal precision, it made quick work of him,
And suddenly, life felt exceedingly grim.

As the guy writhed in pain, he thought, “What a mess!
I came out here bold, now I’m feeling distress.”
The raptor just feasted, with no pity to share,
Leaving him with nothing but empty despair.

So heed this fine lesson, when you’re out on the streets,
Don’t tempt fate’s fury with your loud, cocky feats.
For the wild’s full of creatures that’ll teach you what’s what,
And this guy lost it all—yeah, he lost his damn nuts.