/lit/ - Literature

[Anonymous No.4205209]

wrote this poem in a bar the other day in exchange for a free drink, let me know what you think

inb4 you arent charles bukowski

Irina
your cunt smells
better than Elit HaArak
(which is the best one)
(the best Arak, I mean)
I would propose marriage to you
if this were the 1700s
marriage
is a rather awful deal these days
for a man
so pour me another glass
in exchange for this poem
maybe when I wake up tomorrow
I'll remember you

[Anonymous No.4205225]

It stinks.

[Anonymous No.4205227]

here's another one i just wrote

im not half bad
im not all the way to three quarters good either
im somewhere betwenn seven tenths mediocre
and that homeless guy
with the skin peeling off his legs
on King George and Allenby

[Anonymous No.4205239]

[Anonymous No.4205313]

>>4205225
>>4205239
Gentlemen. You are talking to an author who got paid for poetry in the 21st century. Please respect him.

Personally I find the self-affacement to be horrid, like a little boy hiding his ejaculate in a sock.

OP: Toughen the fuck up.

[Anonymous No.4205324]

wrote this poem just now

i don't trust
my bowel movements
any more
they seem
much more often
than they were
before
at least
it helps me
find time
to think
about
how my
poetry
does really
stink

[Anonymous No.4205353]

>>4205313
thanks, i guess im just not alpha enough

oh well better kill myself

[Anonymous No.4205386]

>>4205209
op is that your cousin in that pic?

[Anonymous No.4205401]

>>4205209
>Chinaski
>good poetry
it was prose with a funny font justification

[Anonymous No.4205405]

>>4205386
she has many secrets

[Anonymous No.4205412]

>>4205386
yeah, havent seen her in a couple days

last time i saw her she kept talking about some guy named bob, she sounded very scared

[Anonymous No.4205415]

The man in the coonskin cap
fell and broke his best copy of Rand
his favorite work tattered and slammed
against the construct of crap

The school was his very bane
they thought they were so intelligent
although he was much more dilligent
his fortune was on the wane

A c/lit/orus appeared
to light the tome rapidly aflame
shouting marxist drivel quite insane
did she seem as she sneered

Little did she know about
his capitalist spirit manifesting
in the quiet little action requesting
her immediate and utter roustabout

She kicked and she bled and screamed
as the police took her away and said
"if you don't want to work, you'll wish you were dead"
He simply tipped his fedora and beamed

[Anonymous No.4205422]

worse than bukowski (and that's saying a lot, you can't go much lower than him)

[Anonymous No.4205462]

is splitting up sentences now considered poetry?

[Anonymous No.4205943]

is splitting up
sentences
now considered
poetry?

[Anonymous No.4205960]

The Hybrid smoking on Papaya
That give you niggas bronchitis, what you write is all vagina
What I write is Wall of China
Nigga that's great like eighths of Grape Ape getting stuffed in my suitcase
Ready to hit the studio and shit all on your mixtape
Nah, literally, shit all on your mixtape
Wipe with the credits, leave stains on the Jewel case
In just two takes, dog, the booth'll get souffléd
You're hiding something like a toupee
Truthfully, my friend: touché
You gon' get exposed like an up-and-coming model
And to me your label seems like one of them pageant mommas
So guess who's the little bitch? That's you
You must suck a lot of dick: That's true
I misuse with issues and pistols
Mind racing like Bristol heart of igloos
My nigga, you ain't been what I been through
And if so, you'd take a pencil through your temple
Cause I done served fiends on they menstrual
Ain't even have pads: stuffed they panties with tissue
Hit the ave cause they mouth ain't bleeding
And your style's like fried chicken without the seasoning:
Nigga, that's bland fuck you up and ya mans
I smack you like a bitch: nigga, that's open-hand
Fuck you and your tough talk
When I monopolize I throw your ass off the boardwark
Fag, you ain't play sports but always at the ball park?
Type of nigga rocking Crocs at the fucking Walmart?
Drunk like Stallworth, riding in the fiend car
Get flicked, guess what? I'm running from this fiend car
I know a nigga dirty and got the hammer
But this kush got me high like Pac bandanna

I'm a smart nigga that do dumb shit
In your baby momma crib, not flushing after I piss
I'm Ferris Bueller with Frank Muellers, you blank shooters
On stank hooters, I'm in Aruba sipping wine cooler
Mind ruler, sort of like hypnotism
That's why these white bitches wanna get with him
I smack it, flip it, like Mike Bivins
But to me your flow's like Ronny DeVoe's
My hoes got toes in expensive high heels
Your hoes' toes is fucked--beauty supply sandals?!
Handle any situation
I smoke blunts to the face to stay motivated
Irritated when I'm not sedated
Fuck her face like I was obligated
And still fucking with them freak hoes
Stank pussy smelling like Cool Ranch Doritos

[Anonymous No.4205963]

>>4205462
>now
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Enjambment