post yer shitty poetry here

[datasuspect]

and then sit yo monkey ass down

i'll start:

there once was a man from kilarney
he hung out with a man named barney
he popped his cork
and stuck a fork
right in the eye of Laszlo Colfax

[mainegreen]

1. K

I saw a dog
sit on a pog
next to a frog
down in the bog.





Teh crap, no?

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3. rebuttal

love is a many splendored thing,

exspecially when your wife finds the credit card bill

O! cruel fate!

were i just the rocks against which the sturdy ocean trespasses

then might i find the conviction

to explain a line item:

"sexychocolatellc.com"

[mainegreen]

9. Rrr

Oi, wireless router!
Where have you gone!
To you my data packets are a bother!
Would it help if I sang a song?

[unpossibles]

2. HMM

There once was a man from Orange
Whose favorite color was orange
He said with a grin
as he scratched on his chin
"I got no rhyme for orange"

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4. anudder

there was an old lady who lived in a shoe
she had so many kids
her uterus fell out.

[MrCoffee]

5. k

Jack and Jill went up the hill
Shit went down
Don't ask questions, bub.

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6. once

doe,

doe,

a female deer.

ray.

the guy who fucked her.

[unpossibles]

7. HAHA!

I always heard it as "Ray: my dealer on the run"

freeper Haiku:

SERIES HUGH PROBLEM
FREEPR MORAN PATRIOT
SPEEK ENGLISH PLEEZ

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8. IT'S OFFICAL!!!!1111

ThIS IS HUGH!@!!!!111

[XNASA]

10. The examinación nondone of the way

Two ways had worked in the wood yellow
for the part and not in betruebt that could not travelling,
to compete with both stature and being,
that they had been arrested and observed in the lower superficial one,
that poichè of the measurement I could ingualmente,
where they ausgebritten in underbrush became;
Then if other one of a that examinación of fêz,
like when straight-line just and objection more better possible that he has,
since then that was possibly gram-like and profiteers intentional;
Despite this it is interested further on had really goes identical
he took of the excess and of both,
that that the morning extends ingualmente to the interior,
the black phase does not go away was GONE,
I considered in the first place to the ampere hour like the other day!
Despite knowing the method then it introduces the method, doubted,
if not never it returns.
Legend of this with the age of the sigh one any relation of
transformation and ages therefore:
Two ways had worked in a wood for the part and II had made the examinación
had crossed the small e distinguished neighboring whole number.

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12. Dolor ipsum loret

Ipsum loret dolor antiquam
Dolor ipsum quid pro quo
Loret iunquam Iesu

[MrCoffee]

11. Turning and turning in the widening gyre

The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of the worst fucking gas you ever smelled, ever, I mean it could peel the paint off walls, man.

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13. Rattled onion domes and the town of La Vergne

Swedish workmen shuffled the right of way to western lands
While Slavic ghosts wailed in terror against the oily stench-filled sky
Time passing, gave way to orange sodium glow
The stockyards gave way to Argo Summit

[DarkTirade]

14. Damn it, I can't find mine.

I wrote a bunch of silly over-the-top bad goth poetry a while back and now I can't find it. :\

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15. sweet glistening blade

your promise betrays the intensity of release.

like the the drilled holes in my arm that yearn for more smack.

hungrily they wiggle in anticipation.

[DarkTirade]

16. On the plus side, I found my bad poetry from 10th grade english class.

I had one of those teachers who over-analyzes EVERYTHING and tries to find deep meanings where there are none. So when we had to write poetry, I wrote some that I knew she would over-analyze and whatnot, but that I, being the guy who wrote it, knew that there was NO MEANING TO THEM WHATSOEVER.


Monkey

Monkeys, everywhere, chasing me
rabid chimps and baboons.
I run into the dark
room and close the door.
Shadows all around me
the red light bathes my soul in a hellish glare. I take my
sword and dive into the shadows
fighting with the shadows
rabid monkeys pouring through
windows. I am bitten. I am gone.
I am...
A MONKEY!




Dreams are Real

dreary life fades away
red light enters my mind
elephants march by in my head
all of them are purple and pink
monkeys chase me all around
silver swords swing at my mind

all around me the monkeys swarm
resigning to my fate I lie down
everything goes fuzzy for a while

realizing I was asleep
everything makes sense
all the monkeys that dragged me away
left on the last train to Paris

[Kutjara]

17. ..

The garden in spring,
A tree branch twitches,
Buttercups in a ring,
My ass itches.

[nuxvomica]

18. What writers do in purgatory

I started to put words to paper.

I described the small Spanish village
The cobblestone streets
And sun-baked haciendas
A breeze fragrant with camellias.

Somehow we see the old man, Diego
For some reason, it is morning
He is pushing his cart on the street --
A windy street -- up a hill
It makes a clickity-clackity sound as the wheels roll over the cobblestones

There is a beautiful peasant girl at some point.
Her hair is fragrant of camellias
And she is haughty.

The old wooden cart is heavy
And though he has pushed it here each day,
For thousands of times
Its weight is too much for him.

Diego falters,
And somehow we hear the words inside his head
And they are in Spanish.

Or perhaps we see a vision from his youth
It is a vision of a comely peasant girl
Who has a fiery heart.

A memory of her in vision and smell.
Her long, black, shiny hair
Carries the aroma of camellias

At some point there is another man
He is wealthy and crude
He knows Diego and harmed him in the past

His shiny black top hat
Carries the acrid odor of gasoline.
He is cruel to the horse that pulls his carriage.
Clickity-clackity
Clickity-clackity

Clack! The thunder follows close on the heels of a darkening sky
A blinding light and then another Clack!

The sky grows dark and the wind blows fiercely.

Camellia petals swirl like confetti.