I am a yogic god of multitudinal proportions
my breadth is that of a thousand kings of earth
for their heads grew thick with weight
while I sat in meditative wait
the incubative incumbant from bey9ond coloud 9
the colloidal silver living line
passed down throe eons of time
wine to wine
vine to vine
what's mine is given
from the temple within
sought, found, devoured and sprung again
there is no turning back
only forward
Om
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A duck killed a cow,
Woman, don't mess with my space.
I walk like a tree.
Someone needs to be playing bongos for this shit.
:lulz:
I think that I shall never see
A forum as fucked as peedee.
A forum whose hungry mouth is prest
Against Bea Arthur's sagging breast;
A place that looks at spags all day,
And lifts its spaggy arms to bray;
A place that may in summer wear
A nest of asshats in its hair;
Upon whose bosom number 6 has lain;
Who ultimately lives sans brain.
Forums are made by fools like me,
But only spags can make peedee.
No apologies no Joyce Kilmer. Jerk.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on December 17, 2012, 04:28:11 PM
I think that I shall never see
A forum as fucked as peedee.
A forum whose hungry mouth is prest
Against Bea Arthur's sagging breast;
A place that looks at spags all day,
And lifts its spaggy arms to bray;
A place that may in summer wear
A nest of asshats in its hair;
Upon whose bosom number 6 has lain;
Who ultimately lives sans brain.
Forums are made by fools like me,
But only spags can make peedee.
No apologies no Joyce Kilmer. Jerk.
Oh my
It's wonderful!
plop
Quote from: McMegaDeff on December 18, 2012, 07:14:03 AM
plop
What the fuck are you bitching about? You started the bad poetry thread (kind of a tradition around here), and we jumped in. This is how it works.