You're a serial killer and leave behind poems on the corpse

You're a serial killer and leave behind poems on the corpse.
In this thread we write a crazy poems with vague motives.

"Now where could my pipe be?
Garfield!"

"Ouchies!" Quoth this guy before he died

Gimme gimme chicken tendies,
Be they crispy or from Wendys.
Spend my hard-earned good-boy points,
on Kid's Meal ball pit burger joints.

I was simply looking for my keys,
Sadly they were not inside poor Sharron from number 23.

i fucked her tits
then chopped her to bits

Her peepee smelled like fish
Das why i killd dat bish

I took my mind
out to the night
The Bright rage rained
And the sad nymph stained

there once was a devil-judge named holden
he liked scalping and giving expriests a scoldin'
he assraped the kid
and though people saw what he did
still he dances on apparently emboldened

I once used ice to gently tease her
Now it surrounds her in the freezer
Put next to lollies and packets of peas
No room in my fridge 'cause it's full of her Breezers
I've had to keep her in the freezer

Sweet Sweet Silly Sally
Made me cut her little throat
Found this whore in a valley
Picked this whore up from the road

Sweet Sweet Silly Sally
Look my hands are full of blood
Honestly by now you're smelly
Ruining my little hut

Sweet Sweet Silly Sally
Shat the floor when you died
Couldn't keep it in your belly
Though i guess that's dead mans right

HAHAHAHA
I LOVE TO LAUGH HAHA
I KILLED HER FROWN
TURNED UPSIDE DOWN
SHE WEARS A CROWN
I LET HER DROWN
I LET HER DROWN
BECAUSE BECAUSE BECAUSE
OF ALL THAT FUZZY WUZZ

HAHAHAHAHA
I LOVE TO GIGGLE HEHAW
I SOUND LIKE A DONKEY
OR RATHER AN ASS
OR RATHER MAKE GAS
WHENEVER I PASS
I LOVE TO REPAST
ON HUMAN MASS
BUT NOT IN THIS CASE
WHAT DISTASTE
I HAD FOR HER HAVE FOR HER
LAUGH FOR HER CLAP FOR ME
I CAN MAKE ART, YOU SEE
I TAKE LIFE IT IS MY FEE
HEHE

Skin white as porcelain.
Goosebump condensation.
Rose petals circulate
fornevermore
round shattered skin.

Quiet. Quiet.
Mother will never find it.
Hide it. Hidden.
Shhhh, it's okay,
the mess is swept away.

Dust drips off my fingertips.
Residue of the adieu.
Mama magnifique
is blessed by silence
of this shattered vase.

These threads always confirm how much shitty is English for poetry

Bump

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Lmao

I came, I sawed, I came again

Quoth the Raven "What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Navy Seals, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on Al-Quaeda, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I’m the top sniper in the entire US armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the United States Marine Corps and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fucking dead, kiddo."

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Spurdo Spärde stabbedy stab :-D

To destroy a man takes only a few
newtons to the proper areas of
the brain

fuck that lol I used a hammer

Brightened up my morning

In shining strands on windswept fields,
By glittering sea with diamonds thrown,
With the golden autumn's harvest yields,
Yours, the dusk's fair light to own

The dew you form, the radiant pearls,
By gentle touch and graces bright.
The majesty of a glorious dawn,
The dark and cold, to cast with light.

Your perfect shape, beauteous grace,
Heaven alone could hope to bear.
Cast your shade on this lonely place;
Perhaps, some day, I'll meet you there.