ITT: Write a poem in 30 seconds or less

ITT: Write a poem in 30 seconds or less

Attached: walt-whitman-getty-images-9530126-1-402.jpg (1200x1200, 186K)

>OP was a faggot
>He had no idea
>He liked sucking dick
>Mainly at IKEA

Attached: ismellwhatyourecooking.gif (357x296, 1.82M)

>wake up in the morning and I ask myself
>Is life worth living or should I blast myself
>Im tired of being poor and even worse Im black
>My stomach hurts so Im looking for a purse to snatch
>cops dont give a damn about a negro
>pull the trigger, kill a nigga, hes a hero

Attached: 087-087-brother-joseph-full.jpg (1632x2200, 894K)

Attached: crying-gif.gif (500x275, 1.01M)

Samefagging this hard

>you are fucking gay
>OP loves sucking fat cocks
>Fucking normie reeeee

OP starts a thread
He demands my poetry
What a goat fucker

To wish and to be
Not a thing is free
One thing for sure
Tomorrow is pure
And OP is a faggot

Attached: tumsup.gif (158x158, 1.98M)

dont run out and apply for that detective licence just yet, son

Attached: b ITT Write a poem in 30 seconds or less Random 4chan.png (408x168, 10K)

Fuck niggers don't want to go to war
Got a AK and a snub nose
Shut em up, he talkin' shit
With a ski mask on, and I'm poppin' shit
Kick in the door, and I leave 'em dead
With a aim so precise, two shots to the head
One for the money, two for the feds
Lord forgive, but I mean what I said
All in your house, and I'm looking for dope
'Cause I got to get paid or else no hope
And Juicy J throw with some Taylors on the boat
Best believe a pimp nigger ain't goin broke
Ride in the car with a body in the trunk
Three niggers deep, and we rollin' up a blunt
Straight to Mississippi, sweatin' off a pilly
Crazy as hell, you niggers gotta kill me
You niggers don't, wanna die, chest out, and they acting hard
Calico, and a 45, hollow tips, that pull apart
Keep it G, my G
Or you could meet your makers, body count stackin'
I was in Jamaica, with alibis
I be flyin' by bitin' down I'm flying high
Hatin' ass niggers gotta die
If they mad then I'ma let them try
I could kick a door, or I could snatch a nigga
My niggers ridin' with me, and they yellin' let's crack a nigga
North Memphis fool strapped up with a tool
Police pulled me over I'ma play it cool
I ain't going to jail
I shoot and I run, that's how a nigger post bail

roses are red
violets are blue
OP is a faggot
and i am too

OP wants a poem
fuck that
i want dubs
i hit 'dat

Into my heart an air that kills from yon far country blows what are those blue remembered hills? What spires? What farms are those? It is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain, those happy highways where I went and cannot return again.

After the tendies
I make a messy diaper
Mummie will cry, yes?

posting the goddamn i love being white img with a tupac song as the poem...i don't even know

>when racists experience

(((((((cognitive dissonance)))))))

Hit or miss
I guess they never miss

snow falling
end near
crimson gushes
fear dark
no moments left

Candlelight on the keyboard
her sister knows
the lips on my cock share the lips of her history
i banged her
AND SHE SWALLOWED
Do i love her more?

It was really her brother you fucking faggot

Samefagging this hard

Attached: 1548435012710.jpg (681x715, 151K)

Chuckled

I'm touching my penis.

I want to touch my penis to another penis, but I know I never will.

fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck balls

Have work to do, and I know I should;
But I’m on the board that was never good.

I'm angry all the time
All messed up in my mind
I hope I get to choke
On the bullet that's the hope
Wishing I was happy
All I am is gone
He's over there
The girl unaware
Broken pieces can be glued but cracks are still there

In the wake of summer
When the fog of
heat gives way;
to coolcrisp evenings
Therein I dwell:
My home, warmed by the comforts of
books
and
wine
And the biggreenchair that is my throne
Hosts my weary vessel
As if on cue
I am pleasantly disturbed by the sounds of my lover
She stirs-in the doorway-and moves to meet me
My pulse is
quick
and
reddening
As she sets upon my shoulders
Breath heavy with desire:
I
compose
myself
And prepare to receive her ministering
The
romantic
tension
reaches
climax
BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPP

Walking in, it smells the same.
Sitting down, feels the same...
Yet it all feels so different, dreaded
this day for years..and forgot to
enjoy what I missed.

Is this a dream or a nightmare, should we buy another to maje it hide..or fight it until the day I die.

Jmb

Why must I be here
I have others around me
I speak I lose
I have to keep it cool
I have to be calm
If I don't I lose
What do I lose?
Smiling, joy, love
I can't lose
So I sit
Instead of reaching to others to help me
I sit
I post on a site where no one knows who I am
Maybe its a scream for help
Maybe its just as a comfort
I know one who travels here
But I know they won't know my name

That's a song

Reading posts on Yea Forums one night
Stumble across OP's gay ass thread, alright...
he sought gay poems, so the Yea Forumsois gave him what he desires
Dr. Suess read them in heaven, and now wishes he'd die again in hellish fires
Half the poems are about masturbation, niggers, and sucking dick,
The rest are just wishing OP would stand on a chair, tie a noose around his neck and kick,
Only one tiny detail remains unsaid,
we are all eternal virgins, wasting our lives, in this thread...

Attached: 1547140519505.png (640x825, 442K)

No I just wrote it search the words

Roses are red
Violets are blue
This site fucking sucks
And so do you

Thinking about you
Falling and drowning in love
Too bad it's just me

Very nice, then

Thank you