Lauren Murphy tweets funny poem to UFC matchmaker, asking for fights

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Tiger and Johnny Cash tat lines were pretty funny lol
 
Well, she put some effort into it. Does not rhyme, but I say give her Dudieva as she asked.
 
Actually, most of it does rhyme except the part where she breaks the rhyming pattern to be funny.

It's pretty well done.
 
I agree that she got robbed 2 times but it's her fault for fighting like that.
 
Hahahahaha. That's a pretty good one.
 
A more realistic poem from Lauren Murphy:

I know my fights are real boring
And the fans are all snoring
I blame the judges for scoring
The odds I get fired are soaring
 
Decent poem but A+ for effort haha. I think that Mcmann fight could've went either way. But that carmouche fight it was her fight to lose going into that last round...and that exactly what happened
 
Well, she put some effort into it. Does not rhyme, but I say give her Dudieva as she asked.

At least in English, poems that rhyme are considered childish, hokey or antiquated nowadays. A lot of "the greats" in the 20th century eschewed traditional rhyming schemes. Thank god, because unlike some languages (like yours, or Italian, Spanish, etc.), it seems really fucking forced to try and rhyme in English. It's better without it.

'I have brought the great ball of crystal;
Who can lift it?
Can you enter the great acorn of light?
But the beauty is not the madness
Tho' my errors and wrecks lie about me.
And I am not a demigod,
I cannot make it cohere.'

Woh, GOAT.
 
At least in English, poems that rhyme are considered childish, hokey or antiquated nowadays. A lot of "the greats" in the 20th century eschewed traditional rhyming schemes. Thank god, because unlike some languages (like yours, or Italian, Spanish, etc.), it seems really fucking forced to try and rhyme in English. It's better without it.

'I have brought the great ball of crystal;
Who can lift it?
Can you enter the great acorn of light?
But the beauty is not the madness
Tho' my errors and wrecks lie about me.
And I am not a demigod,
I cannot make it cohere.'

Woh, GOAT.

Damn straight. Ginsberg and shiat.

http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/179381

"Staten Island ferry also wailed,
who broke down crying in white gymnasiums naked and trembling before the machinery of other skeletons,
who bit detectives in the neck and shrieked with delight in policecars for committing no crime but their own wild cooking pederasty and intoxication,
who howled on their knees in the subway and were dragged off the roof waving genitals and manuscripts,
who let themselves be fucked in the ass by saintly motorcyclists, and screamed with joy,
who blew and were blown by those human seraphim, the sailors, caresses of Atlantic and Caribbean love,
who balled in the morning in the evenings in rosegardens and the grass of public parks and cemeteries scattering their semen freely to whomever come who may,
who hiccuped endlessly trying to giggle but wound up with a sob behind a partition in a Turkish Bath when the blond & naked angel came to pierce them with a sword,
who lost their loveboys to the three old shrews of fate the one eyed shrew of the heterosexual dollar the one eyed shrew that winks out of the womb and the one eyed shrew that does nothing but sit on her ass and snip the intellectual golden threads of the craftsman’s loom,"
 
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