Write a poem

this sounds like a vampire weekend song

Duran Duran is my band
So don't defecate on my land
Or I may call Ayn Rand

Be proud of your ancestry lads
Or I will butt fuck your dads
And ask of you to call me Chads.

Sonora has lost a leg
While in Poland where he did beg
For the Woman named Meg

The son of a fampus landowner
Died while reading Absalom, Absalom!
He was the true spirit of a leader
Please, my good lad, don't touch my bum

I love you, you love me
We're a happy family
With a great big hug
And a kiss from me to you
Won't you say you love me too?

i dive
i swim
i see a dolphin
i fuck the dolphin

mermaid-erotica-user is that you?

Yellow red and blue pin-point photons
funnel through my irises and meld within my mind--

Jagged text and dull letters spelling
spilling spools of frayed threads spiral down a drain.

Dare I shrink and climb within these sewers?
Will I find my string should I get lost?

Instead I spew shit across my screen,
hitting post with a shit-eating grin.

a consummate coward and a life untoward
today spent cringing at tomorrow pity unearned I borrow
and cheat, as I cheat myself all things ignoble my wealth
hope ever haunts upon my heel but I barter I beg and I kneel
and with pathos give pause to heaven earth and its laws
and coming to forget cause...

I flee as I've always fled from the very surcease of my dread
and approach the only promise I can't but keep
but no I refuse, neither have I sowed, neither will I reap

wretched on and on I crawl while the world grows ever small
flames catch as come an end I must be caught
in their glow I see that have sought

and warm at last
I wonder upon what and why
what might've come to pass
if just once I did but try
and what contempt have even I
for mine own relief that at last one might die

Ape in a brick cage
pull on its arm
what does it say?
Ape, but he doesn't look it
bring him over
make him sip it
pull it down and rape
I hate this Ape

I wrote this for a self-described "Goddess" on a fetish website when I was 18. It led to me being dominated by her, so I suppose it served its purpose. No, she wasn't fat.

Deep, fierce eyes of dancing green,
Moss laced bough, a forest scene,
Ablaze with life yet still, serene,
Divine visage, a moonlit Queen.

Pale skin of bright moon light,
Illuminates the still dark night,
An ancient altar, flawless white,
Kneel in awe, Her tranquil might.

Raven hair, dark as a dream,
Flowing slow, an ebon stream,
A panthers coat, a subtle gleam,
Celestial being, She is supreme.

Scarlet lips, burning so bright,
A warriors paint, before a fight,
Before such power, flee, take flight,
A thousand slaves, Her true birthright.

Thirty men jumped into the shoal
And twenty brooked the Lord
Ten blew down by a whispering storm
And one rested on his sword.