ITT we post poetry. I'll start

ITT we post poetry. I'll start.

There once was a hobo named Dave
Who had a dead whore in his cave
She smelled like shit
and was missing a tit
But think of the money he'll save

8/10

Deep but not as deep as that dead whores rank pussy

Many have much contempt
For my lack of any intent
To wait for consent

Hey nigger nigger
The spic and the faggot
I shoved my rod in a traps hole

poopoo haiku

farting in math class
somethings churning in my ass
oops that wasnt gas

trump has the codes for
weapons of mass destruction
the whole world is fucked

Before anyone thinks about this Ill post it first

The ting goes skrrrahh, pap, pap, ka-ka-ka
Skidiki-pap-pap, and a pu-pu-pudrrrr-boom
Skya, du-du-ku-ku-dun-dun
Poom, poom, you dun know

Am i the only one who reads this in the voice of yahtzee

The day had come again, when as a child
I saw—just once—that hollow of old oaks,
Grey with a ground-mist that enfolds and chokes
The slinking shapes which madness has defiled.
It was the same—an herbage rank and wild
Clings round an altar whose carved sign invokes
That Nameless One to whom a thousand smokes
Rose, aeons gone, from unclean towers up-piled.

I saw the body spread on that dank stone,
And knew those things which feasted were not men;
I knew this strange, grey world was not my own,
But Yuggoth, past the starry voids—and then
The body shrieked at me with a dead cry,
And all too late I knew that it was I!

If I were a boy//
I would not waste such toy//
A stick made for joy//
“Try to get a boner with icecold engine oil”//
It is snowing on Mt. Fuji./

When, long ago, the gods created Earth
In Jove's fair image Man was shaped at birth.
The beasts for lesser parts were next designed;
Yet were they too remote from humankind.
To fill the gap, and join the rest to Man,
Th'Olympian host conceiv'd a clever plan.
A beast they wrought, in semi-human figure,
Filled it with vice, and called the thing a Nigger.

everyone knows that
OP is a huge faggot
you should rape his face

i know they say such
and i know it’s okay
but if the balls never touch
is it really that gay?

I think you are very gay
All i wish is you to fade away

You should kill yourself, pleace consider it
Because all you are is just illiterate

Please take a shotgun to your head
pull the trigger that will send you to the dead

oh it would come so clutch
to call a man my bae
would it be too much
to ask for some less fray?

yet here i stand
beneath his firm cock
longing, for an end to my lock

And if the world ever has an apocalypse
I will kill all of you fuckers
Fear will be plentiful, death will be bountiful
I will spare none of you peasants
Fuck your religion, your pastor fucked kids
And got sent to a prison in PC
I seen the devil, he’s in you and me
You need saving to listen to this, see
Follow 'em home, cut the right corner so nobody sees you
Turn off your phone
Leave it at home so nobody can trace you
Mask your expressions
Appear to be calm, they won't read your intentions
As soon as you’re in
Let them all know who they’re all in the presence of
I am a murderer
I am a demon, the son of a serpent
What is your faith?
What is your worth?
Have you felt acknowledgment?
If I kill you now, will you go to heaven or hell you believe in?
Death is approaching you
30 seconds think before lying in blood, see

I pull the trigger,
It kills the nigger,
OP is a fag I bet you figured.

I am angry
I want to die
I will lie down
In the ground
Goodbye

“If you're going to try, go all the way. Otherwise, don't even start. This could mean losing girlfriends, wives, relatives and maybe even your mind. It could mean not eating for three or four days. It could mean freezing on a park bench. It could mean jail. It could mean derision. It could mean mockery--isolation. Isolation is the gift. All the others are a test of your endurance, of how much you really want to do it. And, you'll do it, despite rejection and the worst odds. And it will be better than anything else you can imagine. If you're going to try, go all the way. There is no other feeling like that. You will be alone with the gods, and the nights will flame with fire. You will ride life straight to perfect laughter. It's the only good fight there is.”

there once was a site called Sup Forums
made by moot, an anime fan
then one day he split
he was done with this shit
and gave the whole thing to some guy from Japan

big booty bitches
all up on my shit
thing is big penny
dont give no shit

Now you're not.

bump

"To be or not to be, not to be"

Your mother is fat
but has some nice tits
This user was banned for
responding to gay bullshit

Poetry on Sup Forums
It cannot be too clever
On par with those here

Vanity is me
A defense mechanism
To save me from you

A haiku poem
Laden with meta humor
Yet not that funny

Finding the right words
With just enough syllables
Is really not that hard

it takes years of work
to become good at haiku
dont listen to him

brap brap brap brap brap
BRAAAAAAAAP brap brap brap BRAAAP brap brap
brap brap brap brap brap

always haiku but
usually the syllables
strange to interpret

i shat my pants once
during a business meeting
no one seemed to care

i cannot decide
what subject to write about
can you think of one?

ah fuck my mistake
i didnt mean to do that
that wasnt for you

My heart is constantly unsure
I can’t find a cure.
For this pain I feel
It will never heal
Like is nothing but pain
About to go insane
Help me help me
With help, tomorrow I won’t see.

seems like im alone
no one else wants to do this
can you tell im bored?

Been on Sup Forums too long
Even though it’s wrong
Tried to convince traps weren’t gay
But My opinion won’t sway
They’re definitely gay
If it has a dick
That you wanna lick
It’s fucking homo