Poetry thread

[Anonymous No.4468231]

As you gaze piteously at your dick,
And hanker for a growth in length or girth,
Repeat these words back to yourself with mirth:
At least I'm not a nigger or a spick.

[Anonymous No.4468238]

nickolodean
fuck you nickolodean
arent these suppose to be kids or some tin
making me feel this why
what the hell
fuck you nickelodeon

[Anonymous No.4468241]

My mama's in the kitchen
Cookin chicken
That's finger lickin

[Anonymous No.4468242]

>>4468231
white people are boring

[Anonymous No.4468244]

>>4468231
>spick

Good job spelling shit wrong, bitch,

[SNOT© !BML8daE2ok No.4468264]

swag

[SNOT© !BML8daE2ok No.4468268]

Dad

I’m a cliché…we all have to face it
sometime, son.
Look at Maricopa, resting her tongue
in the barren, oiled sky.
The stars dot the landscape, the house,
the dreams…I’m a sinner.

Are you a sinner? We’re all a sinner,
boy, now get back in that fuckin room
and do ya math homework…
Pops is a nice man. He drinks whisky.
He’s a strange man, though, and occasionally
his eyes crust over like a burnt pancake
in the summer sunshine, pulling weeds in the yard,
blue eyes basking in serpentine rhythms of Suburbia.

He got shot in the Gulf, Saudia Arabia, 1991.
Calls Muslims camelfuckers, no matter what/why/who
they are…like Preacher, basically a good guy.
He screamt in the dawn, and the men carted him off,

half-crazy and raving and leaking mustard gas
from the ears.

Methinks I couldn’t pull weeds and mow the lawn
and eat meatloaf and pot roast for dinner
if my brain was tucked into a tough pocket
of poison gas, and insanity.

But Who knows

[Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ !83wOzYg5XI No.4468280]

>>4468231
Man, that's a BEAUTIFUL cock -- and a nice set of hairy, balls making hot loads of HIV semen! I'd love to have you impregnate a some of my CD4 cells. Then I'd have a strain of your descendants living in me always. Very Hot! Happy Fucking, Brother!

[Anonymous No.4468685]

Bella! You are the sweetest figure of my eye,
I long to pass you, to smell your strawberry hair,
your dotted fair face, and that yellow smile of wisdom, filled with years of graceful teas and sipping old cups,

Oh Bella! I scream your name in my heart when Im near you,
Yet I can't tell you how much this fire burns within me because my mind would destroy you,
That purest admiration can only be from certain distance,
is the greatest tragedy that has befallen my complacent heart

Oh bella! Swim with me as I do with my thoughts whenever I hear your name,
And be with me in tender whisper, as I say to you the words of my soul,
And forgo what it is that keeps you far,
For closer than eternity we are when we are forever apart,

[Anonymous No.4468692]

Speedboat swerve, homie watch out for the waves
I'm way too black to burn from sun rays
So I just meditate at the home in Pompeii
About how I could build a new Rome in one day

[Anonymous No.4468695]

Fragments of Pretension and Excrement (working title)

...

Greet the ashen morning
See the last lights
Fading in the haze.

Dawn the afternoon sun
Feel the day's light
Break feeble upon your face.

...

This is your last day.
On whose rock
Time will break its bony spine,
And again the voice of Glory
Will tremble in words
Not as good, but still good.

Not as good, but still good.
Just not just as good.
Not just as, but still as,
Not but,
Still just still
Good.

...

Watch the leaden clouds
Sink into the horizon,
While the lamps glow on trees,
And busy cars
Crowd uncomfortable intersections.

...

[Anonymous No.4468721]

Anonymous 01/14/14(Tue)00:15 UTC-6 No.4468710
"I assure you, there has been NO mistake." the man behind you growls into your ear as he presses the cold steel of the .45 deeper into the back of your skull.

"The money, I'm sorry... It was the money!" you cry back in a humiliating attempt at saving your own life.

Several hours later, you are found by police with urine-soaked pants and a 50 dollar bill stuffed firmly into the back of your throat.

You didn't live. Welcome to Mafia Returns - The Game