Pick a topic and I'll write a short poem about it

Pick a topic and I'll write a short poem about it.

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hard to get out of bed to go to work when u have a hard on

getting cucked by your dad

I try to rise, but am so risen.
Labors call, yet I lay still.
My morning glory, an engorged prison.
Begs me to find a hole to fill.

Australia fires

I loved her, naively so

For many things, I didnt not know.

She rode my father on my bed.

And with no food, he kept her fed.

A clarity now in my knowing

My darkest dearest nicely growing.

My options now pegged down to one

I do so hope they try to run

epic to say the least
little loli sister innocent love

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Miles of ash raise to the sky,

A story told, dining flies.

Ask yourself, what's to gain?

In crying havoc, a wistful Dane.

I see her grow and learn and know

Her stubborn pride, our mother's bow.

I hold my swirling thoughts so deep

She sits a harvest, years to reap.

thank you
here is a ballad of mine

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Nice

Having decent life as middle class privately educated white boy in georgia

A simple surrender, the viking tamed

Burgers, shakes, and shit to shoot.

father's practice, unearned and claimed.

Georgia soil on the unstained boot.

Gerald from Witching Show

A boy who discovers he has the Midas touch but with chicken tenders instead of gold

"Yenny!" Cried the witching man

"I crave you goosed and berried breast!"

But the Strigger had another plan.

And our Gerald was lady to rest

With hate and bile came the curse,

All he touched would be fried poultry.

A mothers love denied a hearse.

He jerked and came out hunny mustie.

Awesome

finding beauty in the mundane - the inside of citrus fruits or the ice on my windowsill glints like the gemstones i can't afford as a working class loser.

Absolute kino, thanks user

The rags of class warm just as fine.
I see my trash and see its truth
For those riches, I do not pine
I have skies, the fruits, and all my youth

a man on the run from a killer dolphin

Brain the size of two paint cans,

How hard could all this be?

I need but only stay to land.

My foe is shackled to the sea.

He pondered from his Kansas trimming

when a diesel truck began to mill

its bed is spilling, water brimming

From the back, an enraged trill

You cannot run, ill see you swimming

A pedo who gets a job as a babysitter but the children turn out to be too ugly for him

about how OP is a faggot

A perfect fit, to watch to sit.

Little ones will come so fawning

Yet I find a blemish, hairy zits

My situation now is dawning

Each of three a unique terror

With grease and pus atop to sheen

A hell I've seen, never rarer.

My cold and mostly shriveled peen.

Ffs top kek

A narcissistic Goldfish

brilliant, thank you

Listen here, you little maggot

I've seen OP eye the bagettes

I've seen OP hang and drag it

Any man, he'd quickly snag it

Dine it down like it was Zaget

Save a little and quickly bag it

Only beaver he loved was Dagget

But dont you dare call OP a gay man

Niggers

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you are wasted on this audience OP
pearls before swine

Foolish, bulbous, they wander, bumble

They strive to please, shake the flake

What else do you expect, so humble?

An orb, a castle! They weep in my wake

The queen is dead, the king here sits

Castle window by the town, the smell of it

Beside him rest the ammo bag

With gems and jewels it deeply sags

He tosses each to down below

A beggars head, a peasants toe

A jade machina from the south

Penetrates a snoring mouth

A golden Crest of empire make

Now rests where the stable boy rakes.

A cold and incomplete catharsis

To toss the works of Saul of Tarsus

One treasure left, the royal crown

The king decides he'll join it down.

You beautyfull motherfucker, you bring beauty to a garbage dump.
My requist if you still feel like it.
A Danish girl with best ass the world has ever seen.

You mock, you prod, youbellow loud

All will see, you are so proud.

Not for what you do or see,

But your skin, your history.

You have no accolades to flaunt

So you jeer, at lessers taunt.

You fail to grow even one inch bigger

But, you say, at least im not a nigger.

what about Anal sex and God?

Humans are inherently evil.

Sniffing my sisters panties

A gingerbread man snorting and overdosing on lines of sugar

Godspeed, OP

Its sways and bounces with each step

A clear result of many reps.

The young Dane's pants greatly stretch

To cover from me all of it

To feel its warmth, its soft rebound

Against my smack, I'd kill a hound

I know so well, I'd writhe in fit

If she chose my face to sit.

Democracy

Dirty anal sex

Symbols and archaic meaning,

purposely built to need a cleaning

Why place the sex so close to it

The tart expelling excrement?

Unless this was some devine plan

A hole to reach the secret gland

He says we're built within his image

So why not play some backyard scrimmage?

Op Is a faggot and always will be. His girlfriend sucks BBC on the low key. She give him a kiss good night to pass him herpes

God bless op.

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Monkeys cackle deep inside.

Eat the weak and fuck to thrive.

We hold this veneer of society

With feigned and dead propriety

Within there is still instinct

A black and throbbing inner ink

Frilly and prissy, of a dime

A dried out wedge of lady slime

Call me sick, call me foul

As I ear them top my head and howl

A frosting nose laid to the table

A gingerman, of living fable

Snort and tingled with his treat

Line of sugar cant be beat

True skill op, beautiful. can you do this one please?

A man with depression and alcoholism trying to better his life.

In democracy, "Its the best we've got"

Though it quite a varied pot.

The fools, the dumb and unconcerned.

Elect by meme or tassled perm.

You think you have a bit of choice,

On who you send, tie or blouse?

You have never had a voice

All doors lead to the slaughterhouse

OP's creative use of language is pretty fantastic. Good job.

You're trying to use your cat as a gun silencer but peta is banging on your door.

OP where and how did you learn to this

Make one about an autistic dog falling through a floor

Down the highway, the rain falls hard.

And the roof leaks, holed and marred

Only neath the bridges, does the rain let up.

But you're only under for a second, a very small cup.

So one day you park beneath that bridge

and your bottle got large.

Your cup got big

It wasn't really better, you were no longer in charge.

So you decide to keep driving and take all the rain

You're wet and aware and remember all the pain.

But now your here, you know where you're going.

The real secret is, it's all in the growing.

He slept in peace, his heart not knowing

She had spent most the night blowing

She wasn't at work, least not that kind

She kissed him goodnight, and fell behind

The filth on her lips had found a new home

His little white cells began to boil and foam

Red spots appear and his face is unsightly

"You look disgusting" she tells him politely

Nice.

It smells like a pig pen
And what is that stain?
Why is the bed all covered in men?
And why are they barking and living in sin?

a prostitute is hired to dress up like a clown and tittyfuck her client

Thanks

Thank you op!

bump

Peta's come knocking, not much time,
To finish my weapon, so deep, sublime
I line up the barrel and aim for the ass
My feline silencer is ready to blast

He sniffed the wrong butts and was quite good at math.
He hated long walks and loved in the bath.
The autistic dog showed a lovely fresh side
Till he fell through the floor and tragically died.

Large red nose and big red feet.
This lady of the night was ready to meet
She took out her honkers and took a large pounce.
On this mans meat, she started to bounce .
But far do deftly she worked on his noodle
For when she was done, it resembled a poodle.

Pretty good.
Can you make one about: Eating cheetos and hanging yourself and your friends and family celebrating your suicide?

Thank you

cheers, m8

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I ate my last cheeto and jumped off the chair.
I swayed till I fell and stank up my lair.
My family all cried, OP has died!
They laughed when my sister screamed "I'll make the pies!"

I shed a tear.
Thanks

Your little sister Yotsuba

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Fuck you are good user

Cutting your wrists the wrong way

Nice, but could you make it longer and the family doesn't cry, have them celebrate as well?

buzz lightyear being more interested in the buffet than the dancers at a strip club

I can get with that

I hold the metal to my wrist
And bite down and grind my tongue
I begin to slice and make an fist
The blood, so slow begins to run
The world will know my pain
At last, they will be no later
I will drown them in their shame
But why did I pick a cheese grater

Surrounded by bags of cheetos long gone
I sung myself a sad little song
I ate my last cheeto and jumped off the chair.
I swayed till I fell and stank up my lair.
My family all clapped, OP has died!
They laughed when my sister screamed "I'll make the pies!"
They danced and my corpse and rolled in my meat
My brother began to juggle my feet.
I'm so glad he's dead, my uncle bleated
Only my grandmother had remained seated.
But she was blind and deaf and lame and dumb.
So they hellen keller'rd to her that I was done
She sprawled in the floor and gyrated with glee.
All were so happy to be done with me.

The life of a feminist

Thank you OP, truly you are a master of your art. Don't mind if I plagarise your work? I don't want to leave my loved ones without a gift.

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To infinity and beyond!
He blasted right through all the fake fronds
He pushed past the bouncer and vaulted over the sluts.
Our boy buzz was eyeing those cuts
Cuts of roast beef and tenders galore.
He carefully dodged two twerking butts
He saw the prize and ready to score
Mashed potatoes, fried apple pie
He stopped when he couldn't believe his eyes.
"Base command, I've spotted the bogie!"
He dove for the rack forgoing a plate.
Buffet class sushi all stuffed in a hoagie.
He dug in to his own man date.
The whores all huffed and the guests were in moods.
Buzz lightyear just loved strip club foods.

Write about how there is no such thing as death, because quantum immortality states that no quanta of energy can ever be destroyed, only converted from one state to another.
So, in other words, you as you are right now will NEVER die. You will persist. You might die from another persons perspective, but you yourself will never die.
Things will just continue to happen that prevent you from dying. Life extension, genetic immortality, a digital existence. Something will happen that leads to you never dying.
You will persist and become a god of your own existence.

A demon girl and a human boy sharing innocent love

The view of the most beautiful landscape you ever saw

Fist fucking a hairy pussy, please user!

Jewish people

jeffrey epstein

Oranges?

Kek, truly evil

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