Lets have fun!Itt we will right poetry one Line at a time

The wind blows

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Out your ass

out my ass

>right poetry

The wind blows
fuming with desire

howling, flesh-tearing

Sad man, sad man

I fucking hate women

guacamole nigga penis

I have not had sex

my crotch still itches

So far
The wind blows
out your ass
The wind blows
fuming with desire
howling,flesh tearing

Sad man, sad man
I fucking hate women
guacamole nigga penis
I have not had sex
my crotch still itches

call it. based poem

This jewish bitch broke my heart
FUCK

Leave the repetitions, it's good

The wind blows
out your ass
out my ass
The wind blows
fuming with desire

howling,flesh tearing
Sad man, sad man
I fucking hate women

guacamole nigga penis
I have not had sex
my crotch still itches

Of course does anyone know how to publish it for free? We may need to ask /ic/ for a cover.
Hopefully mods leave this thread up it is rather fun.

I dont think i can love again
FUCK

Or maybe i never could
FUCK

Because i was never love
FUCK

My mother wept

my father laughed

And this jew bitch just left

I sucked dick

Canst not thine arse eke blow user?

>The wind blows
High and the wind blows low
Round the streets in my kilt I'll go
All the lassies come and say hello
>DONALD WHERE'S YOUR TROOSERS!

Why did she told me that im not a good man?

Indeed i blow teet

hair freshly showered, smell of shampoo

I spin and I spin and this is what I get

How is this?

This jewish bitch broke my heart
FUCK
I dont think i can love again
FUCK
Or maybe i never could
FUCK
Because i was never love

FUCK

My mother wept
my father laughed
And this jew bitch just left

I sucked dick
Canst not thine arse eke blow user?
Why did she told me that im not a good man?
Indeed i blow teet
hair freshly showered, smell of shampoo
I spin and I spin and this is what I get

Stumble out the door, thinking of you

Shit in my hand, eat my fat poo

It was all a dream, a dream about you

when you made me orally embrace a large protrusion from the crotch of a fairly dark man

Now when it's finished, I proceed to walk through

There’s blood in my hair, why does it hurt?

my face has been peeled off

And glued to your skirt

my rari go skrrrt

My obligations I shirk

Throwing up gang signs

Blasting Auld Lang Syne

And lo! he could not find