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Death to beatniks, hippies and hipsters. Long live punk!My favorite beatnik is Maynord G. Krebs.
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Death to beatniks, hippies and hipsters. Long live punk!My favorite beatnik is Maynord G. Krebs.
Do you know who he is? Best drummer ever!Death to beatniks, hippies and hipsters. Long live punk!
Lol Great minds think alike...Haiku?
'Twas the night before Christmas
And all the through the gym
Not a gym rat was stirring
And the lights were all dim
The dumbells were all racked
In order with great care
With hopes that saint nick
Would soon do a set there
The bodybuilders were in hgh comas
Carpel tunneled even in bed
While visions of pro cards
Danced in their heads
My missus in her nighty
And me in the buff
We were worn out from fucking
My peter smelled like her muff
When out on the lawn
Arose such a clatter
I did a set up of push ups
Then checked on the matter
I looked out the window
Expecting to see saint nick
Instead the the light gave way
To some muscle bound prick
He was jacked as fuck
Shoulders round and full
Over his chisled chest
Was a stringer made of wool
He walked up to the front entry
He kicked in my door
It lay there shattered
Like my hopes and dreams on the floor
He had a flat rate box in hand
Dude was built like a tank
He was filling the stockings
With tiny vials that would clank
Who are you i asked
My voice shook with fear
I'm TGI he stated
And i brought you some gear
Take some of these orals
And pin this whole stack
Eat clean and lift heavy
And you too can be jacked
As he tore ass on his harley
Over the pipes he did yell
Happy gains, motherfuckers
I'll see you in hell!
I told ya’ll... POETRY THREAD! POETRY THREAD! POETRY THREAD!As he rode away he ran a red light
Because all the Christmas lights blinded his sight
Would of been ok any other night
But high risk was coming through
With more Raws to brew
He ran him over with his semi truck
Then said son of a bitch what the fuck
High risk said oh my what have I done
There will be no more gear for anyone
But then he thought
To himself oh well
He was already going to hell
Tgi yea he was kinda a dick
Guess I’ll give these raws to the fat panda prick
Don’t know, don’t care lolDo you know who he is? Best drummer ever!
I told ya’ll... POETRY THREAD! POETRY THREAD! POETRY THREAD!
As he rode away he ran a red light
Because all the Christmas lights blinded his sight
Would of been ok any other night
But high risk was coming through
With more Raws to brew
He ran him over with his semi truck
Then said son of a bitch what the fuck
High risk said oh my what have I done
There will be no more gear for anyone
But then he thought
To himself oh well
He was already going to hell
Tgi yea he was kinda a dick
Guess I’ll give these raws to the fat panda prick
Ever see the show Dobie Gillis? From the 50s?Don’t know, don’t care lol
I told ya’ll... POETRY THREAD! POETRY THREAD! POETRY THREAD!
Literally LOLRoses are red
Violets are blue
Go fuck your poetry thread
Haiku?Roses are red
Violets are blue
Go fuck your poetry thread
I thought poems were supposed to rhyme tho...Roses are red
Violets are blue
Go fuck your poetry thread
As he rode away he ran a red light
Because all the Christmas lights blinded his sight
Would of been ok any other night
But high risk was coming through
With more Raws to brew
He ran him over with his semi truck
Then said son of a bitch what the fuck
High risk said oh my what have I done
There will be no more gear for anyone
But then he thought
To himself oh well
He was already going to hell
Tgi yea he was kinda a dick
Guess I’ll give these raws to the fat panda prick
No sirEver see the show Dobie Gillis? From the 50s?
This shit should be published! Top notch peom writing there brother! Lol'Twas the night before Christmas
And all the through the gym
Not a gym rat was stirring
And the lights were all dim
The dumbells were all racked
In order with great care
With hopes that saint nick
Would soon do a set there
The bodybuilders were in hgh comas
Carpel tunneled even in bed
While visions of pro cards
Danced in their heads
My missus in her nighty
And me in the buff
We were worn out from fucking
My peter smelled like her muff
When out on the lawn
Arose such a clatter
I did a set up of push ups
Then checked on the matter
I looked out the window
Expecting to see saint nick
Instead the the light gave way
To some muscle bound prick
He was jacked as fuck
Shoulders round and full
Over his chisled chest
Was a stringer made of wool
He walked up to the front entry
He kicked in my door
It lay there shattered
Like my hopes and dreams on the floor
He had a flat rate box in hand
Dude was built like a tank
He was filling the stockings
With tiny vials that would clank
Who are you i asked
My voice shook with fear
I'm TGI he stated
And i brought you some gear
Take some of these orals
And pin this whole stack
Eat clean and lift heavy
And you too can be jacked
As he tore ass on his harley
Over the pipes he did yell
Happy gains, motherfuckers
I'll see you in hell!
Nope, not free verse poems.I thought poems were supposed to rhyme tho...
