User read us a poem c'mooon

user read us a poem c'mooon

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1 and 3 must leave at once
4 and 5 just look like cunts
But I am just a man you see
Full of lust and mediocrity
2 and 6, please come with me

How many black guys have you fucked?

I once loved one man, he took my only heart
and right there in front of me, he ripped it apart
I know he didn't mean to, and the fault is mine to blame
but the guilt and pain remains all the same
but now I understand, why he ran away
now I understand why he didn't stay
he was afraid to love, and afraid to take a chance
he was afraid to leave and make another stance
he was afraid to make his mark on societies wall
he was afraid to take a leap, as he could fall
he would have rather stayed inside that rotting jail
he rather stay with society, even though I paid bail
he made his mind and stayed with society
even though he had his chance to be free
so now as I sit outside societies dream
I linger like a nightmare, making people scream
they say its just a phase, that I'll get over it soon
they say its a disease, like the werewolf and the moon
but deep down in my heart, I know it isn't so
because I have to be strong, so I can show
people like the one man who threw me in a bin
that no matter how hard they try, we will never give in!
cause what's the point of hurting us? so we can feel bad?
so we can understand what its like to be sad?
well we already know just how it feels
cause it is so hard for us to reveal
that we like the same sex, and who really gives a damn?
goes in the end we all still go all cold and clam
so who cares if I'm gay! I am proud to be
because in my world I take it as a victory
that I can make a choice and stand from the rest
be an individual and try my best
and kids at school may laugh at me and call nasty names
but you know what? it doesn't matter it's all a game!
cause later on in life they will suddenly see
that the reason I was gay, was because it was me
so go on a call out names and raise your heads so high
but remember who I am, just before you die
remember that I was strong and managed to pull through
and remember that if I can do it, then so can you
so today I stand and say that I am proud to be gay
and if I had a choice... I'd have it no other way!

#5 for me

You’re waiting for my penis.

Don’t have sex

Sure!
I'll be reading you all a personal favourite of mine, "Canto XLV" by Ezra Pound.

I'd drop some Horaz on these smelly fuckholes.

Did you hear me? Did you read my post or not? Fucking answer me right now

>The Sleeping Beauty woke:
>The spit began to turn,
>The woodmen cleared the brake,
>The gardener mowed the lawn.
>Woe’s me! And must one kiss
>Revoke the silent house, the birdsong wilderness?

That’s better. You’re a good girl

Goddess please bless my own labia beef
And speed to my gash sturdy flaps as its wreath
Do spirit our cunts from all sexual grief
And to you we promise our every climax and queef

Your powers make the glisten inside of our sheath
And in your name we sing these pleasures beneath
Though soggy and soiled our snatches and flaps
There's none so holy as our va-jay-jay gaps
We seek only those phalli that draw such applause
Without foreskin or blemish or circulatory flaws
Into our vaginal maws we stuff them to gorge
And deliver the Fempire by this our yonic forge

Goddesses of the Yonic, help my words I do pray
So that to herstory comes news of such sexual fray
Where coital mileage dwarfed the greatest whores of yore
And grizzled each my sisters' chaste peaches to gore

These sisters won such great acclaim by their story
Their spread legs and agape cheeks beckoning Glory
Barely battened crowds were thusly mad with lust
Setting upon any woman like the wind's fickle gust
To our sisters bodies the men drew their best pucker
To kiss, lick and win the best body-part sucker
But woe to those tongues that knew any taste of our snizz
And suffered no allergies when sprayed with female fizz
Because darkly hides a monster in each our cunt floccules
A certain face-melting alights from but one globule

2>6>5>4>3>1

>Runs away with #5

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Hittem with the opening of Keats’ Endymion my dude, if their edgy try Shelley or Byron

Which one is you? Why are there two of you?

we all know you're talking to yourself buttercunt

so, which one of you is a tranny and which one is a woman?

Not my illustration. I actually look #5, so the illustration isn't too much of a match. Who cares.

Naw. I'm not into pretending to sexually harass myself online. Too meta.

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Lonesome and sad, lonesome and sad,
the Mastermind is very bad.
In efforts of getting a Boyfriend-Free gal,
that female dog took my only idea for a fall.
Heart-broken, sad and very lonely,
I may never remove my virginity.

And with Backstreet Boys’s tune, I sing my lonesome croon:

“Tell me why, I’m stuck as a virgin with rage.
Tell me why, I so need a cute girl my age.
Tell me why, I ain’t ever wanna hear you say,
‘I have a boyfriend.’”

And so, deep in dreary thought,
a girl was what I sought.
A stitch in time,
will never remove my crying rhyme.
I may be destined for loneliness forever;
fate is to blame… whatever.
I conclude this cry,
to say that as long as there are no matching girls, my happiness well runs dry.

bbbbrrrr brrrrrr brrrrrrr
mayb i rayp you tonight
i hope you think it all right
if i discover you jew
my gun goes pew pew

you cannot stop my swag
i put your head in bag
while i defile your every hole
i look on Yea Forums to control
my shitcoin portfolio does
beep beep boop boezzz

why you look like 2004
i no get you fat like whore
brrrrr brrrrrrr brrrrr brrrrrrr
i go in night now shoot gun
on other people i immigrant
i better than you. you should
be in cage. my english very
good if you doubt i rape your
mother too.

That was actually rather witty.

This, the romantics are normie girl bait.

Number six looks pretty cute
Big tits and freckles to boot
I want to put her in my boot
I want her to polish my boot with her tears

based and quintessentially british