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