post a new poem.

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I'll do one right here...right now.
I'll show the world how...to live free or die young...spring has sprung...chemicals in our lungs.
Slide backwards and forwards to slip the punch and evade the blow, the lights go out so enjoy the show.

Pop pop fizz fizz, the wonka bar isn't... just for little kids.
We float on borrowed time, only to face the truth in the end because the world is real...no time for pretend.
Its easy in the hardest way possible and life is a crook, tellin a mans' pages...wish life was an open book.

See your way through the forest and the sun will hit your face, the whole world is worried about the human race.
Face...the sky with heart in mind, try to find....a better way through tough times.

We search and search and it often seems hopeless, I appreciate where I am...at least im not homeless.
Base to base the rockets burst, all while the people...are dying of thirst.

We see it through rose colored eyes, the entire swarm searching...for their demise.
We surprise the swarm with a can of raid, laid out on the sidewalk their bodies were displayed.
Pack up your shit because I think its time to go....the world just ends in an instant...in a massive glow.

~SL

Hope this will do sir.
 
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How can I respond when you blew my mind like a wind chime but yea that did it I have to admit it. Thank you sir
 
When I was a baby, I had huge hands and huge feet, when I got pissed off I'd punch and kick holes in my sheets.
When I wore jeans I always had pleats, but when I wore shoes I always wore cleats.

Beats the beat drum, and gum will chew itself...been on this site too long and now I need some help lol.

~SL
 
When I was last considered a baby I believe it was lately around 3 years now and a nurse still calls me Taily.
 
I smoke pot like Tommy Chong & are well hung like King Kong.
Woke up & knocked over my dirty bong but my girl cleaned it up while wearing a tiny thong.
 
UPSIDE IN

I'll do one right here...right now.
I'll show the world how...to live free or die young...spring has sprung...chemicals in our lungs.
Slide backwards and forwards to slip the punch and evade the blow, the lights go out so enjoy the show.

Pop pop fizz fizz, the wonka bar isn't... just for little kids.
We float on borrowed time, only to face the truth in the end because the world is real...no time for pretend.
Its easy in the hardest way possible and life is a crook, tellin a man pages...wish life was an open book.

See your way through the forest and the sun will hit your face, the whole world is worried about the human race.
Face...the sky with heart in mind, try to find....a better way through tough times.

We search and search and it often seems hopeless, I appreciate where I am...at least im not homeless.
Base to base the rockets burst, all while the people...are dying of thirst.

We see it through rose colored eyes, the entire swarm searching...for their demise.
We surprise the swarm with a can of raid, laid out on the sidewalk their bodies were displayed.
Pack up your shit because I think its time to go....the world just ends in an instant...in a massive glow.

~SL

Hope this will do sir.

Actually good!

Write one about Trump getting shot.
 
One man stands
In the bask of the masses
Big fat gut
Stupid blond hair
Elderly brain

Another man
A distance away
With a gun in his hand
And mental on the mind
Fires a shot

Big man turns
Like bullet time has been activated
He is for a brief moment
What the machines fear
The One
The bullet skims
The people scream
Sniper dude fires shot

Big man raises his fist
A show
Of badass geriatric defiance
To the shocked crowd
Including victims of Poatan
Who think
Who ask
Who regret

Why is his defence better than mine?

YeeHaw
 
One man stands
In the bask of the masses
Big fat gut
Stupid blond hair
Elderly brain

Another man
A distance away
With a gun in his hand
And mental on the mind
Fires a shot

Big man turns
Like bullet time has been activated
He is for a brief moment
What the machines fear
The One
The bullet skims
The people scream
Sniper dude fires shot

Big man raises his fist
A show
Of badass geriatric defiance
To the shocked crowd
Including victims of Poatan
Who think
Who ask
Who regret

Why is his defence better than mine?

YeeHaw
His defense is better than yours because you fail to train, its one of those things that's really hard to explain.
It is a pain, but doing it will make you better...when you get a salad, do you add a lot of feta?

Do you eat for fuel, or only to be full? Because fighting Alex Poatan is like fighting a human bull.
You get stuck with his horns and now its time to sleep...for your defense is shit, I don't wanna hear a peep.

Sleep tight my friend, in your fetal ball...if you want to learn some defense just give my ass a call. Lol

~SL
 
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Here's a haiku about Sherdoggers:

Sherbros have big peen
6 foot 4 and smashing 10's
Sherbros CEO's
 
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