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Started by Super, October 13, 2008, 10:42:23 PM

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Super

Popcorn:
Popcorn, popcorn, tasty poop.
Can't quite get enough of it.
Whatever I say, it's full of wit.
I'd get back on topic, but I'd rather quit.
So suck my penis, or I'll have a fit.

Intro Thread Poem:
Jesus is my godfather, Barry Bonds is my aunt.
Whatever the topic may be, I'll prepare a rant.
Five pills of medication, six bottles of gin,
There's not much else that can give me quite a grin.
Movies about gladiators, skits on drugs,
I really quite like hugs.
So you gringo, we should play bingo.

Buddha:
Buddha hates you, because he's awesome.
He took out Attila the Hun with his cum.
He destroyed a town of poop holes with his bum.
Whatever else he enjoys is not apparent.
All I've seen him do is vent.

Vaatix:
Vaatix, controller of the Universe.
More menacing than all, nothing is worse.
Defeater of the morons, beater of the weak.
99 GB he does seek.

Green:
L is Q.
I am not a Jew.
Fuck you.

Despairage:
I sense fear.
I sense despair.
Is it here?
Or over there?
I must know.
Someone should say.
Speak! Tell! Go!
Or you I will slay.

Noodle:
Noodle is corn,
Though he views his title with scorn.
Some say he's a ninny Zerg rusher.
But really he's a gay cum-gusher.

Farewell to Vaatix
Vaatix, a sir so intriguingly clever,
His power, with a flick of a wrist, minds will sever,
Has started his grand adventure, searing with toil.
And I beg of you, don't drag out the turmoil!
For a new day will dawn, and our God will smile upon,
It is not the end, though he may be gone.


What the Fuck
Kidnapped and drugged,
This man had me lugged.
Took me in the evening, didn't see a thing.
Why me? What did I do?
Stop hurting me, I'm not a Jew.
Whatever you want, I can give,
I want you to let me live.
One shy from a hundred coins?
Shouldn't entitle you to sever my loins.
But you know, I do respect your vast power.
I'll let you rape me for an hour.

ThePowerOfOne


Spam

Brilliant, you should be President, or Vice President, or Senator... kinda got a ring to it Senator SUPERKOOL!!!

Zovistograt

The semantics close you in
Break
The chains
And soar on words
                      worlds
Free from form
Free from foul form from finding failure in the words
                                                                         worlds
Worlds are not spoken in simplistic structure
Only understood
Words are not spoken in simplistic structure
Only understood
Worlds are not taken in with complex structure
Only viewed
Words are not taken in with complex structure
Only constitute a sense of wonder in the individual.
"I lovat a gabber.  I could listen to maure and moravar again.  Regn onder river.  Flies do your float.  Thick is the life for mere." - James Joyce (Finnegans Wake, page 213)

Sgt.Chilly

Quote from: Zovistograt on October 14, 2008, 02:04:06 PM
The semantics close you in
Break
The chains
And soar on words
                      worlds
Free from form
Free from foul form from finding failure in the words
                                                                         worlds
Worlds are not spoken in simplistic structure
Only understood
Words are not spoken in simplistic structure
Only understood
Worlds are not taken in with complex structure
Only viewed
Words are not taken in with complex structure
Only constitute a sense of wonder in the individual.

................Words fail me at expressing my appreciation for this post.

Super

I sense fear.
I sense despair.
Is it here?
Or over there?
I must know.
Someone should say.
Speak! Tell! Go!
Or you I will slay.

Zovistograt

Fear comes to light
As Despair rises from its hole
The citizens will hide in shelters
As Fear's dark bells toll
Despair will hover over every home
And unleash its paranoid spores
Fear will spread like a flood
And seep into every pore
Betwixt Fear and Despair
A third party shall emerge
Sliding down the side of the forgotten knell
Hope shall be the liquid dreams
Of the denizens of Hell.
"I lovat a gabber.  I could listen to maure and moravar again.  Regn onder river.  Flies do your float.  Thick is the life for mere." - James Joyce (Finnegans Wake, page 213)

Super

#7
I have created another poem.

It is for Vaatix's parting:

Vaatix, a sir so intriguingly clever,
His power, with a flick of a wrist, minds will sever,
Has started his grand adventure, searing with toil.
And I beg of you, don't drag out the turmoil!
For a new day will dawn, and our God will smile upon,
It is not the end, though he may be gone.

Silverhawk79


Syncopathic

Hello.
I am commenting on your "poopty poem".

The Vaatix poem made me go ;-;.

Doodle

Good and funny.
You, sir, get an A+ for the day.
YEAH

Super

What the Fuck
Kidnapped and drugged,
This man had me lugged.
Took me in the evening, didn't see a thing.
Why me? What did I do?
Stop hurting me, I'm not a Jew.
Whatever you want, I can give,
I want you to let me live.
One shy from a hundred coins?
Shouldn't entitle you to sever my loins.
But you know, I do respect your vast power.
I'll let you rape me for an hour.