shitty fucking poetry night (487)

1 Name: ⊂二二二（ ＾ω＾）二二二⊃ : 1993-09-5045 20:53

I raise up
to only fall down
drown in the tears of the wallyb
for it is you that will have to be
TONIGHT

464 Name: (´<_｀ 　) : 1993-09-10880 23:11

DNA to paint the walls
History spewing out my balls

465 Name: (´<_｀ 　) : 1993-09-10890 04:58

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

466 Name: ( ´w｀) : 1993-09-10972 18:55

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

467 Name: (´<_｀ 　) : 1993-09-10973 22:50

There once was a man named Sneed,
　　His neighbor was a man named Chuck.
Sneed showered the world with his seed,
　　This act made Chuck desire to fuck.
Now Sneed's seed is his only feed,
　　And daily for it Chuck will suck.

468 Name: (´<_｀ 　) : 1993-09-10974 10:28

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

469 Name: (　･ิω･ิ) : 1993-09-11023 08:14

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.

470 Name: (　･ิω･ิ) : 1993-09-11048 19:33

This is a haiku
OP is a fat faggot
Longcat is long lulz

471 Name: (（●）ﾄｪｪｪｲ（●）) : 1993-09-11114 10:17

And the crowds below kept weeping
as my anus went on seeping,
dripping freely without cause,
bathing all in brown applause.

472 Name: (（●）ﾄｪｪｪｲ（●）) : 1993-09-11138 13:31

To set the mood
Firewater in the morning
Being a pseud
Never felt so smooth

473 Name: Im a olde Boiler : 1993-09-11162 11:36

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

474 Name: (（●）ﾄｪｪｪｲ（●）) : 1993-09-11191 22:21

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.

475 Name: (（●）ﾄｪｪｪｲ（●）) : 1993-09-11214 04:31

I met a traveler from an antique land
Who said: a shitty queerbait ship
Stands in the desert. Near it, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered fandom lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tells that its fans well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on those lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
"My name is DESTIEL, King of Ships:
Look on MY website, ye mighty, and despair!"
No thing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.

476 Name: (（●）ﾄｪｪｪｲ（●）) : 1993-09-11302 12:54

CHIM chim-i-ney, CHIM chim-i-ney, CHIM CHIM cher-ee!
I is what I yam, and I yam what I be.
CHIM chim-i-ney, CHIM chim-i-ney, CHIM CHIM cher-oo!
Dick van Dyke is so old he's outliven you.
You look like a monkey, and you smell like one, too.

477 Name: (（●）ﾄｪｪｪｲ（●）) : 1993-09-11339 06:50

I hereby grant you permission
to taste my chocolate emission

478 Name: (（●）ﾄｪｪｪｲ（●）) : 1993-09-11339 18:03

She's so kawaii so I try so hard to make her squee
She's so kawaii can't deny she's the one for me
She's so kawaii in her eyes I see my destiny
Why won't she wake up and notice me
Sou desu ne

479 Name: (（●）ﾄｪｪｪｲ（●）) : 1993-09-11340 02:29

Foetid foaming feces
Flatulent farts
Flush.
I might be lactose intolerant

480 Name: (（●）ﾄｪｪｪｲ（●）) : 1993-09-11384 10:19

Would you believe
they put a man on the moon, man on the moon?
Could you conceive
there's nothing out there to see and nothing to do?

481 Name: (（●）ﾄｪｪｪｲ（●）) : 1993-09-11384 12:31

Jar-Jar Binks
kinda stinks
but give a chance to his
passionate jizz

482 Name: (（●）ﾄｪｪｪｲ（●）) : 1993-09-11461 17:45

First, Elon came for the wokes,
And I did not speak out—
For I was not woke.

Then Elon came for the leftists,
And I did not speak out—
For I was not a leftist.

Then Elon came for the Democrats,
And I did not speak out—
For I was not a Democrat.

Then Elon came for the scientists,
And I did not speak out—
For I was not a scientist.

Then Elon came for the gamers,
And there was no one left to speak for me.

483 Name: (（●）ﾄｪｪｪｲ（●）) : 1993-09-11478 15:49

Why
Justify
Just try
BURMA SHAVE

484 Name: (（●）ﾄｪｪｪｲ（●）) : 1993-09-11497 23:36

Ciao bella, I'm Tomaso, addicted to tobacco
Mi like mi coffè very importante
No time to talk, scusi, my days are very busy
And I just own this little ristorante

Life may give you lemons when dancing with the demons
No stresso, no stresso, no need to be depresso

Mi amore, mi amore
Espresso macchiato, macchiato, macchiato
Por favore, por favore
Espresso macchiato corneo
Mi amorе, mi amore
Espresso macchiato, macchiato, macchiato
Por favore, por favorе
Espresso macchiato
Espresso macchiato

Mi like to fly privati with twenty-four carati
Also mi casa very grandioso
Mi money numeroso, I work around the clocko
That's why I'm sweating like a mafioso

Life is like spaghetti, it's hard until you make it
No stresso, no stresso, it's gonna be espresso

Mi amore, mi amore
Espresso macchiato, macchiato, macchiato
Por favore, por favore
Espresso macchiato
Espresso macchiato

La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la
La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Espresso macchiato
Espresso macchiato

485 Name: (（●）ﾄｪｪｪｲ（●）) : 1993-09-11501 04:00

Venus of Urbini
Flicking her beanie
Pose reminiscent of My Little Pony
Don't be a weenie
Fortune be innie
Throw it at Suika, outside be oni

486 Name: (（●）ﾄｪｪｪｲ（●）) : 1993-09-11501 05:51

"Say I won't" said the nigga who will

487 Name: (（●）ﾄｪｪｪｲ（●）) : 1993-09-11547 03:46

'Tis strange that in a Country where
Our Ladies are so Kind and Fair,
So Gay, and Lovely, to the Sight,
So full of Beauty and Delight;
That Men should on each other doat,
And quit the charming Petticoat.
Sure the curs'd Father of this Race,
That does both Sexes thus disgrace,
Must be a Monster, Mad, or Drunk,
Who, bedding some prepostrous Punk,
Mistook the downy Seat of Love,
And got them in the Sink above;
So that, at first, a T[oa]d and They
Were born the very self same Way, [i.e. from the anus according to folklore]
From whence they draw this cursed Itch,
Not to the Belly, but the Breech;
Else who could Woman's Charms refuse,
To such a beastly Practice use?
'Tis true, that Swine on Dunghills bred,
Nurs'd up in Filth, with Offel fed,
Have oft the Flow'ry Meads forsook,
To wallow Belly deep in Muck;
But Men who chuse this backward Way,
Are fifty Times worse Swine than they:
For the less Savage four-leg'd Creature,
Lives but acording to his Nature:
But the Bug[ge]ranto two leg'd Brute,
Pursues his Lust contary to't;
The brawny Boar will love his Sow;
The Horse his Mare; the Bull his Cow;
But Sodomites their Wives forsake,
Unmanly Liberties to take,
And fall in Love with one another,
As if no Woman was their Mother:
For he that is of Woman born,
Will to her Arms again return;
And surely never chuse to play
His Lustful Game, the backward Way.
But since it has appear'd too plain,
There are such Brutes that pass for Men;
May he that on the Rump so doats,
Be Damn'd as deep as Doctor Oates,[Titus Oates]
That Scandal unto all black Coats.
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