I raise up
to only fall down
drown in the tears of the wallyb
for it is you that will have to be
TONIGHT
Please inseminate my goat, Gil,
Please inseminate my goat.
She likes it when you grab her throat, Gil,
Then inseminate my goat.
Altogether now
I'm DQN
Raised by a hen
My home, my den
Razed with a pen
Jehovah wasn’t all that they Witnessed that day, as I took a pamphlet and stuffed it down my bum crack
Following some well-lit* Acts of bloody ultra-onanism,
Her daughter - despite so many hollow years between us -
Offers burnt daisies
She died on an upright spike in an earlier life
Passed down to the wire, and preach to the choir
A long time has passed since the war within
A soul laid bare through coded ceremonies
After only five to ten well-lit Acts of gory ultra-onanism
She was LED to think of it in such gauche terms as this
The way Yahweh relaxed input
The way fluid ignores her bath
*light emitting diodes (LEDs)
uhhh ding dang
uh doo doo
dang dinga
braaaaappfffftt
dooodoo poopoo
Your pulchritudinous puffs
Are imploding my tympanics
Please purchase a pop filter
Posthaste!
A love song of Shu-Suen (Shu-Suen B): translation
Man of my heart, my beloved man, your allure is a sweet thing, as sweet as honey. Lad of my heart, my beloved man, your allure is a sweet thing, as sweet as honey.
You have captivated me (?), of my own free will I will come to you. Man, let me flee with you -- into the bedroom. You have captivated me (?); of my own free will I shall come to you. Lad, let me flee with you -- into the bedroom.
Man, let me do the sweetest things to you. My precious sweet, let me bring you honey. In the bedchamber dripping with honey let us enjoy over and over your allure, the sweet thing. Lad, let me do the sweetest things to you. My precious sweet, let me bring you honey.
Man, you have become attracted to me. Speak to my mother and I will give myself to you; speak to my father and he will make a gift of me. I know where to give physical pleasure to your body -- sleep, man, in our house till morning. I know how to bring heart's delight to your heart -- sleep, lad, in our house till morning.
Since you have fallen in love with me, lad, if only you would do your sweet thing to me.
My lord and god, my lord and guardian angel, my Cu-Suen who cheers Enlil's heart, if only you would handle your sweet place, if only you would grasp your place that is sweet as honey.
Put your hand there for me like the cover (?) on a measuring cup. Spread (?) your hand there for me like the cover (?) on a cup of wood shavings.
It is a balbale of Inana.
can barely remember when this was, but
this one time i wanted to visit monticello because it wasn't far and wouldn't take me too long, but
it turns out you have to pay for tickets which is fair enough i guess, but
that would have put the trip over budget, so
Well you finally funged my monkey
Yes you finally funged my monkey
Yes we finally
funged your
monkey
N-F-T
Bereft of QUALITY, I drift alone.
The Internet no longer provides a home.
Bereft of options, I masturbate to Pone,
Until I degrade into a filthy gnome
With ears full of porn noise drone.
I'm so alone
And it's late at night
I hope no one phone
While it's late at night
I may have found why every Swiss I've met has been a bitch
It's not as if the banks are making normal people rich
I miss you little strawberry, now you're so far away
I yearn for your enormous tongue each and every day
With texture like a peanut shell, you tickled every cranny
You guided me through Penis Hell and then I licked your fanny
I moistened up your USB, you did the same to me
The way you blocked my air supply was truly ecstasy
You left your sticky residue, it tastes like fine French wine
I close my eyes and fantasise, our bodies intertwine
Come back to me hot mama, I think you're really cool
I know it's an acquired taste, this semen from a bull
I'm sorry that I made you cry, the spunk was just too fizzy
When you left without a word you left me feeling dizzy
So come back honeybunny, I want all your saliva
If I don't have you next to me, I don't think I'll survive-a
Some shitty goatse poetry, courtesy of the Sageru IRC GPT3 bot with some mild cleanup courtesy of me.
The initial prompt,
gpt3: give a long, highly verbose description of "goatse" in 19th century poetic language
was given three times, and the three poems outputted edited together into this:
Oh, goatse, what a sight to behold!
A most peculiar and curious sight,
A sight that would make one's heart grow cold,
A deep, dark cold that fills one with fright.
A gaping maw, wide and deep,
An immense hole that will cloud your sleep.
A most curious sight, a sight to behold,
A sight that would make one's heart grow cold,
A sight that would make one's stomach churn,
A sight that would make one's courage burn.
A most curious sight, a sight to behold,
The sight of a man with a gaping hole.
A man, with his back to the viewer,
His posterior exposed, a most curious pose.
Hands stretched wide, wide as a sewer,
A sight that would make one's stomach close.
A most curious image, a most curious sight,
A sight that would make one's heart take flight.
A man, with his back to the viewer,
His posterior exposed, a most curious feature.
The maw of a most horrific creature.
A man with a gaping hole in his backside,
A man with a gaping hole that was wide.
A most curious sight, a sight to behold,
The sight of a man with a gaping hole.
A man with a gaping hole that was wide,
A man with a gaping hole that was filled with pride.
A most curious sight, a sight to behold,
The sight of a man with a gaping hole.
A man with a gaping hole that was wide,
A man with a gaping hole that was filled with pride,
A man with a gaping hole that was filled with dread.
A most curious sight, a sight to behold,
The sight of a man with a gaping hole.
A man with a gaping hole that was wide,
A man with a gaping hole that was filled with pride,
A man with a gaping hole that was filled with dread,
A man with a gaping hole that was filled with shame.
>>461
Definitely going to be sharing this one with the literary society.
Watching the shrinking friend list over the years
Inactivity and no chats
Antisocial network fading away
Fading away
Suckin me off in the bathroom
Stuffin my ass with his dong
Fillin me softly with his cum
Fillin me
Softly
With his cum
Spendin my whole life
With his schlong
Fillin me softly
With his cuuuuUUUuuuuUuuUUUUuuuummm
piss on the floor.
shit on the door.
when you get bored then just do it some more.
my rhymes are piss poor
I cannot be ignored
prepare to get blasted
its a full on piss war
hey dough kyun I have not been here in a year or three or five I forgot it existed
here is my rhyme I wrote it in a minecraft book just today
Here mid the 'ther
thou quondam were
attending to thy drubbing
I came, you went
to heaven sent
now part thy loins for rubbing
For what's a flow'r
at any hour
if not for bees to cherish
Your eyes alight
your pokies bright
your pusy (sp) glowing garish
I see your need
thus 'llow me Sneed
ere I give you the Chucking
Your lips may purse
let slip a curse
just 'llow me do the fucking
Thy burning lips
'twixt netherhips
are screaming for a dicking
Thy bean is swole
thy mind unwhole
thy clit shall get a flicking
>>467
my book has sneed in it as well
This city is lonely without you.
It's a sickening thought;
reminds me of a shitty Rupi Kaur line
that I scoffed at in a shitty cafe.
I didn't know you, then,
so it was easy to laugh at the woman
who, shit at writing as she was,
had somehow touched the core.
The flailing, feeble attempt of mankind
to capture that wordless feeling
inflicted by the ones they loved,
that swelled in their chests
and filled them so wholly,
and left them so empty--
just watching someone try was
a deeply moving sight.
This is a haiku
OP is a fat faggot
Longcat is long lulz
And the crowds below kept weeping
as my anus went on seeping,
dripping freely without cause,
bathing all in brown applause.
To set the mood
Firewater in the morning
Being a pseud
Never felt so smooth
Rhoda was in a Dreadful State
When She got Raped
She expressed her life
With 2 Tone Vibes
She Might now want to vape
If She Still alive
Shell never get over that Rape
Its Just the Same olde
Show
With a man that Knows
How to linger then finger
God our World is So fucking Sick
Im Glad Im Into Dick
What Women who Reads this
feels like a olde Boiler
Pecker's set to testify, a hopeful sign,
At Trump's trial, shedding light, a promising line,
His impending testimony, a storm on the rise,
Bodes well for Democracy, as truths materialize.