Write a poem based on the last image you saved

War.
Men fight.
Boys die.
And noone wins.

what the fuck does patrick noone have to do with this image?

uuh
i am gonna need some help with this one, boys

He.
Steals.
Forks.
From.
Restaurants.

For fun hungers the steppe night,
Killing the farmers blight.
Let our arrows take the chance,
While on horse and afoot!

Gurva anyád begándorló geci :DDD

Tied bazz :DD

Counting my shekels
fun.
When my lawyer
Rosenberg burst in.
His eyes
Wide
The goyim know
Run.

black and white pic
of two black and white bad motherfuckas
big kahuna
this is a tasty burger,
the cornerstone of any nutritious breakfast...

what about the wimmin

There once was an based man named Tone
Who spent his time playing trombone
Enchanted by gayness
He thought of his anus
And jammed it up there with a moan.

What the fuck is that, man
Take it away
I rather stick my dick in a fan
And call it a day

when the libs become lols
I laugh till I cry
but then if he were President
more Syrians could die

wimmin are the biggest losers in war

"Die in a fire",
this symmetry to my birth,
confirms a dragon.

A male voice comes
from behind of us
and bursts
"My nigga!"
shouting to the airs
full of listlessness

His skin is dark, and
his hair is done in
entertaining looking
cornrows, with a bright
white smile, lifting his hand

A bald, black man, comes to him
and they high-five, quickly
turning it into a closer handshake

I turn to the person aside me
"I always change 'nigga' for 'vato'"
cause that way I sound hip
and I don't get a headache
with semantics and bullshit

She asks me what is "vato"
It's mexican for dude
like a slang
but you don't get in trouble
for saying it
snowball
You just sound silly as fuck

The perks of being a spic

I am a
flesh prison
governed by
an oligarchy
of patriotism

Wimmen don't matter

Lost
In a storm
Of fire and grey
shells of lies
I shed tears
and they roll into rain
to make America great again

"An orangutan wants to president!"
The headlines of all papers screamed.
The White House's first orange resident
Was worse than any had dreamed:
On his very first day in Office
He phoned Trudeau to get off us
And built a great Wall from Quebec to Saint Paul
That shone in the sun and gleamed.

War.
Men fight.
Boys die.
And noone wins.

I just won the lottery
My life's like fucking pottery

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