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[Anonymous No.19281809]

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[Anonymous No.19281813]

Need poetry help, /lit/, please?

Currently trying to organize a protest / demonstration / social media campaign against my dodgy landlord. Looking for helping writing a few catchy rhymes or chants that are anti-landlord.

Additionally, if you want to help me come up with something original:
- The business in question is called 'Little Realty'
- The problem that started the issue is that the owner took out the bathroom facilities and made the house unlivable without cause and forced the two renting housemates to move into a hotel for several months at their own expense.

[Doggy No.19283045]

(The rhyme scheme is a mess, I know. There's so much wrong with it, don't know where to begin.)
When it’s all boiled together, becomes viscous, has fused. I remain, ever wistful, and wayward, confused. Regretful, my sorrow, is packaged. Obtuse, I continue, to prosper as one tries in its youth.

I stamp and I prod, in the bowl, as it twirls, will turn, as it curls, and fill it, deranged, with illusions, grandiose, volcanically black, by the kilos it goes. We’d do this religiously, consistently, with fervour. Fanatically, succouring our pecuniary dearth. The monks with their trinkets and blessings so gracefully, set out at night on the green of this earth.

We were glad with our profits, but guilty as charged, though empty in meaning, our pockets enlarged, we’d set back that evening. Under the street lights, the pounding of clubs, parking lots and benches in parks, on the sides of the track, little black dots for a few little bucks. We knew our stuff was top-notch, served utterly right, no mixing or waining, no pollution in sight. They’d protest, couldn’t be, as they usually might, but the skeptics they fall at the taste of delight.

[Doggy No.19283077]

(Also, mine. Helping to bump the thread.)
The emptiness, forever cold, floating with dust.
A void that remains lifeless and still.
May surprise you, it will and it honestly must.
Be cherished, admired for it may fulfil.
In silence, a promise, forever so still
Yet if one must visit, don’t be long, go with haste.
Appreciated from distance, by those with good taste.

Few have traversed this black habitation.
Those without choice, were brutally awakened.
Had to crawl back to warmth, in utmost frustration
Head covered in fabrics and remain in prostration
Be like the void, when maning your station
Hallucinate, you must, don’t use a word.
Otherwise, it’s assured you’ll be stirred by bird.

The Goddess, by contrast, calls out into the night.
She offers the prospect of warmth and belonging.
Tells stories of sweetness and utmost delight
But for those who remain entranced by her calling.
Cornucopia of song, long sleepless nights await.
Only appreciated with scarcity, by those with good taste.

Her banshee-like beckoning, ever present, calls forth.
Blackening sky, shrivelling grass, inhospitable lands.
Palpitations, insomnia, tossing and turning henceforth.
Will keep you from entering that God-given trance.
That everyone longs for, after such a long day
So let me give this advice, to you, if one may.

Between these two worlds, one must remain.
This place of equilibrium, perfectly balanced.
Here one will be rejuvenated. Again and again.
The long blissful sleep that’s forever unchallenged.
Words against vision, forever supplied be her ballad.
The cold of the floor, the warmth of the bed.
A kiss from the night mistress, on top of your head.

[Doggy No.19283083]

(Last one)
Your ass is so fine
Thou buttocks so tanned
Your countenance divine
Some might call it grand

If one calls it bland
I’ll strike them down
With feverous hand
As you wear the crown

Thou “boobage” so lean
Thou maiden in shape
So amorously clean
You’re fresh like a grape

I’ll suckle your vine
Be generous, one must
Doh I must incline
To allow me to thrust

Thou body and mine
Doh I long for your bust
Shall surely entwine
The snake of your lust

Thou slithering snail
Call it churlish you might
Your plumage I’ll rail
For a saint, I ain’t right.

A friar doesn’t yearn
So lecherous and fowl
You’ll rapidly learn
As a hound I will howl

For your purse, I’ll donate
White like a cloud
A huge sum I’ll ornate
So renowned as I’ve ploughed

Your staff in your tricep
As we’ll wash and we’ll clean
To circumvent such a mishap
And smoke a pack till we’re green

Give a kiss then roll over
My amorous queen
And sleep tight like a rover
Of you I will dream

[Anonymous No.19283164]

All very good
>>19283083
>>19283077
>>19283045

you got any ideas about my apartment with faulty bathroom and bad landlord situation too, btw?
>>19281813

[Anonymous No.19283625]

>>19283083
Thy or thine, not thou

[Anonymous No.19283682]

>>19281809
Without any PrEP
I gave him, the gift

[Anonymous No.19283722]

>>19283164
>>19281813
Have you tried not being a rentcuck ?
>>19283083
This is the best out of the three but it should be shortened all the same.
>>19283045
>get rid of everything else
>their are other good parts but all together it doesn't match up.

We were glad, with our profits
But guilty, as charged

Though, empty in meaning
Our pockets, enlarged
>>19283077
Make this like a fourth of its current length,
lean to edit. But your still one of the better posters here by far.
>>19283682
me

[Anonymous No.19283871]

>>19283682
Without PrEP

I gave him, the gift

Unwrapped

[Anonymous No.19284414]

>>19281809
>hello AND bump

This goes very hard, but
I hate women so much, its unreal

He types, with zeal
It's been real

With love
From Kazakhstan

[Loner Bae No.19284464]

>>19283083
Poetic and erotic. Very enjoyable i think.

This is my poem;

She licks her lollipop fluently
Her puppils are getting bigger
Oh her body represents beauty
It makes my pp harder

I wish both of us could go together
Seeing the ocean and the sea
Life would be so much better
Because of this sweety.

- Lollipop Girl -

[Anonymous No.19284719]

>>19284464
it sorta sucks honestly.
Poor flow. The poem is sorta meaningless without the picture. Because it fails to paint one itself.
>>19283871
Without prep

He gets the gift

unwrapped

[Anonymous No.19285148]

>>19283083
is this unironic? I can't tell

[Doggy No.19285387]

>>19283164
Thank you, no.
>>19283625
Ah! Ok, I'll change it. Thank you.
>>19283722
Thank you, shorten it all. Gotcha.
>>19284464
>>19284719
It does kinda suck desu...
>>19285148
Yes, it's ironic. But it's also cause I'm such a nice and horny little bear. (Een lekker geil beertje)

[Anonymous No.19286082]

WIDE SCOPE; LIL PEEP