Poetry Thread

That's an awfully hot coffee pot,
Should I drop it on Donald Trump? Prob'ly not,
But that's all I got 'til I come up with a solid plot.
Got a plan and now I gotta hatch it,
Like a damn Apache with a tomahawk,
I'm a walk inside a mosque on Ramadan,
And say a prayer that every time Melania talks,
She gets a mou— ah, I'm a stop.
But we better give Obama props,
'Cause what we got in office now's a kamikaze,
That'll prob'ly cause a nuclear holocaust,
And while the drama pops,
And he waits for s--- to quiet down, he'll just gas his plane up
And fly around 'til the bombing stops.
Intensities heightened, tensions are risin',
Trump, when it comes to givin' a s---, you're stingy as I am,
Except when it comes to having the balls to go against me, you hide 'em,
'Cause you don't got the f---ing nuts, like an empty asylum,
Racism's the only thing he's fantastic for,
'Cause that's how he gets his f---ing rocks off and he's orange,
Yeah, sick tan,
That's why he wants us to disband,
'Cause he can not withstand,
The fact we're not afraid of Trump,
F--- walkin' on egg shells, I came to stomp,
That's why he keeps screamin', "Drain the swamp!",
'Cause he's in quicksand.
It's like we take a step forwards, then backwards,
But this is his form of distraction,
Plus, he gets an enormous reaction,
When he attacks the NFL, so we focus on that,
Instead of talking Puerto Rico or gun reform for Nevada,
All these horrible tragedies and he's bored and would rather,
Cause a Twitter storm with the Packers.
Then says he wants to lower our taxes,
Then who's gonna pay for his extravagant trips,
Back and forth with his senpai to his golf resorts and his mansions?
Same s--- that he tormented Hillary for and he slandered,
Then does it more,
From his endorsement of Bannon,
Support for the Klansmen,
Tiki torches in hand for the soldier that's black,
And comes home from Iraq,
And is still told to go back to Africa,
Fork and a dagger in this racist 94-year-old grandpa,
Who keeps ignoring our past historical, deplorable factors,
Now if you're a black athlete, you're a spoiled little brat for,
Trying to use your platform or your stature,
To try to give those a voice who don't have one,
He says, "You're spittin' in the face of vets who fought for us you bastards,"
Unless you're a POW who's tortured and battered,
'Cause to him, you're zeros,
'Cause he don't like his war heroes captured.
That's not disrespecting the military.
F--- that! This is for Colin, ball up a fist,
And keep that s--- balled like Donald the b----,
"He's gonna get rid of all immigrants!"
"He's gonna build that thing up taller than this!"
Well, if he does build it, I hope it's rock solid with bricks,
'Cause like him in politics, I'm using all of his tricks,
'Cause I'm throwin' that piece of s--- against the wall 'til it sticks,
And any fan of mine who's a supporter of his,
I'm drawing in the sand a line, you're either for or against,

Round the drunkards go,
Buzzards not far behind;
Leaders lead, workers woe-
Blind leading the blind.
Insipid procession of mankind,
Thoughtless drones, burning coals;
Heartless hogwash, keep in mind-
The parasitic trolls
I think you ruined the thread with that godawful poem.

Blumpf btfo!

ORANGE!!!

On clingweed rimeripped tor;
fishraised, beach flea'd, recessed
by grinding mares; I saw
from my groutspat searest;
entangled jousts of beak,
fin, sail; my wormsieved breast
strident with hoofbridge creak,
gulled pipe, hissed inglegloats;
the piebald pitch and reek
of saltwhisked chorused throats,
subdued by darksweet wine
and bloodless, starstill floats;
Foal-soused in broken brine,
fornowandforever,
a barnacle goose shrine.

Not gonna lie the senpai word filter killed me here

On this my earth alone

Darkened by sun, I endure these days
I’m still coming out of an opiate phase!
I learned of my blood, made in marrow in bone
On this my earth alone

She sculpted her statue of cream coloured quartz
Aesthetic perfection by all reports!
My statue was sculpted with simpler stone
On this my earth alone

I set up a shop, filled it full of my grit
In town, where the bong smoking billionaires buy shit
But sadly, no interest was seen to be shown
On this my earth alone

I built up my barracks and stayed there to spite em
With banners on bulwarks and weapons to fight em
No arrow was drawn, though. no spear ever thrown
On this my earth alone

With no one to no one to battle with, no sign of combat
I’ll sit here just sitting and singing a song that
I wrote without writing and sing on my own
On this my earth alone

Rhythms a little wonky in S3.

There is no difference in reading the words you've combined with a hyphen, and it would in fact help ease the clarity of reading this. Or even perhaps some place inbetween. Keep how you'd like in your own collections but here only a select handful such as myself are going to take the time to tie together the imagery

yeah.. might try to add a syllable somewhere to smooth it out,, i like the idea behind the lines so i want to kind of try keep them