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Milllennials grieve over post-modern prose and post-malone poetry
The pharmaceutical industry is out of color red
Malik Obama's tweets are the best thing on the internet
We always take credit for the good and attribute the bad to fortune

SAVING YOUR LEGACY
What is life but an assortment of moments that will soon be forgotten when all else has passed? Some pain in the ass times while others are forged in our brains with a label of "great, good or gracious." What makes it more important than eternal happiness? Why act like a dick when you too ask, "What is this but an assortment of moments?" Your life will be forgotten when all else has passed, no matter how mean or nice you are. If you make a change who cares? Soon there will be nobody to remember your endeavors to make this world of mindless drones who are delving in their phones a better place while they starve themselves to stay skinny and eat gossip about who's pretty or who's getting laid, but who's gonna save this civilization from destruction and leave a people to remember your endeavors to make this world a better place? That is if you succeed in your deed at saving your legacy.

Ssometimes I feel like one way but then it'ss the other way.
Confusing but sometimes i find clarity in the bible.
I think about life and it's deep stuff and like it doesnt matter and stuff.

I wish I would find more coins on the street.
I never leave my room so I can't collect enough coins to buy rat food for my rats. They resort to cannibalism.
I'm one armed.

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Here - meet my friend Jack!
If you treat him as equal, and justly,
Thats what he´ll give you back.
More than that!
Give him a bag - he returns you a whole sack!

Rare are friends, loyal and honest,
Friends like Jack - and always so modest!
But not everyone likes him. No - not at all!
They talk behind him - the incompetents and small!

I´ve done it too - I have to admit that..
But he knows, and forgives.

Such is my true friend - Jack!

the best in the bunch so far

so let me get this straight you want to take my thoughts and make them into money for you??? Hahaha ok, there's one

A man, Amen
Look at the silly man, honey
Who sits at the step and sings
Who sleeps at the feet of people like me
Who works the circuit until his heels are cracked
Look at the silly man, who dreams
Of a man sitting on a step to reflect
An image of himself in a different light
Perhaps it is the gift of Man to judge one another
To place himself above the singer on the steps
Even though he is but a man
Amen

not bad
hilarious
sad
could be better
nope
too simple
trips

Kill yourself, content leech.

you are tired
unoriginal
intellectually lazy

Eat Garfield eat. Eat with all your might! Eat that pasta, eat it faster. Till it's out of sight. Till it's out of sight. Munch Garfield, munch. Come on lets do lunch. Make your belly mozzarelly Crunch, crunch, crunch Crunch, crunch, crunch. Cheese, salami, ham and swiss Whole wheat, rye and white Sliced tomatoes, ton of mayo Love at first bite Garfield, you're an awesome eater. Yes, you are the top. Butter beatters, bitter batter You don't have to stop. Double stack it, you can hack it. Yum, Garfield, yum. Don't you miss a crumb Add a dinner, you're the winner Don't you pause or you'll get thinner More, Garfield, more. Till you can't fit through the door. Eat Garfield Eat Chow, chow, chow.

smoke weed everyday mah nigger

smoke the herbs my brother it will make you good

smoke the grass dad you'll like this shit

smoke the weed

Again and again and again
You go like you've the world to gain
This pulse which grows fast
Though you perspire, you last.

Though you grow increasingly tired
You know at the start what's required
And push on, into that large mass
The round hump: my ass.

Let me be frank
I like to wank
It makes a stank
Near the fish tank

Great balls of fire
Guess who just crawled out the muck or mire
That could make you trust a motherfuckin liar
A real shuck n' jiver
Vaughn never been a duck n' diver
He spit on the mic, yuck, saliva
Hold it like a drunk driver hold a CB on a sharp turn
Still clutchin' his chest from the heartburn
What's your handle? I need a Zantac, ock
And thanks before I blank into anyphylactic shock
Rock the disco
Chocolate on a crisco ho
Cock diesel
And still tell a joke like Joe Piscopo
Tell em the basics
Basically, break the Matrix
And just for kicks, make em gel like Asics
That's why they actin standoffish
Eat the beat by hand like canned raw crawfish
Can you please pass the cocktail sauce?
You might as well know, hell is hot as hell boss
Tell my horse
He said broads call me Vaughny
I make sure I throws em back if they's too scrawny
Or boney, phony MCs use a stand-in
Leave him hangin like if I ain't know where his hands been
Hussy, how bout we bloody up your just for me
Bust a knee
Then go finish study, a plush degree
True victory, a new sick story
I never met a chick that was too thick for me
Holy Moses, my old earth know me closest
On how I played the back and stayed bent like scoliosis
It's no puzzle
You can ask Doc Zizmor
The slow guzzle got your nizzle crooked like Biz's jaw
Drink like a fishy, she wish she was a Pisces
Live since back when 25 cents Icees
Used to turn your tongue the color red
Now they want to fill ya full of lead
What the fuck that young fella said?
What kid?
It's Vaughn the red blooded
Do yourself a favor or come on, get head butted
Yoke him if he run
I'll be there in a jiffy son
With the flame suppressor like off the 151
Quit your bitchin, or get *BLAUW* in your babble-box
Punishment for drysnitchin', so now eat this Travel Fox
You'll be aight once it pass through your yellow belly
Only thing he said was can you please pass the jelly
Homo say what? Like a promo play the cut
On the late night, before you touch the mic, get your weight right
A lot of crews like to act like a violent mob
They really need to just shut the fuck up like Silent Bob
Either that or get smoked like hickory
Should squash the beef and go wash their teeth quickly
Know the stee, write a rhyme like a mystery
And sign it on the bottom in calligraphy, "Your nigga, V"

A desire in my hands to
Strangle those demons that
Curse me to a life inside
A cage of bones
A house of words
Dies beneath its own sorrow
Crumbling and broken already
For it was never born soon
Ephemeral in nobody´s song

Another day pocketed beneath the fleece.
A ding struck to a dull clock,
and all the suns might sunk deep.

It was a laze,
a lose from the swing.
Its hand swung back and forth,
eyes moving to judge its hinge.

Then there came a sombering.
A most insistant
ding, ding, ding.

I plucked a primrose from my mind,
an anxious, quiet and rude thing.
Not her, but me.

There was a metamorphose.
A waldering, a wilt.
Those depressed feelings came from bloom.

I wanted to catch it,
snuff it,
beneath the high noon.

i wrote this for another thread but it got deleted and i dont want to waste my effort:

Et la grosse poitrine d'une ancienne juive
Courbure comparable d'un arc-en-ciel
Jadis bien-aimée. Bon, elle n'est que lascive
Ses seins n'allaitent jamais, blafardes comme un Tel

Poetry is dumb
Poetry is gay
Hooray

A masterpiece of post-modern verse if I ever saw one.
Have we now reached the ceiling of poetry? Is there no more upwards room to inhabit? I think so.

People stall and bide for time.
Seeking to impress.
Or at least for words that rhyme.

I come to Veeky Forums
almost every day.
I come to Veeky Forums.
with nothing to say.

I want to make beautiful works.
But I make meme threads.
With a bunch of jerks.

I feel depressed.
hoping everything gets better.
But I know I'm obsessed
Impressing anons by the letter.

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D-doctor Seuss? Is that you?

waste of trips
non-native speaker or an embarrassment to the anglo-american poetry tradition

Love this

I have eczema
On my foreskin.
Sometimes it's very dry and
I can peel off thin flakes which I
Eat.
More often it's just
Itchy.
I wish I had a normal penis.

oh, what could have been
if for one moment
i would stop thinking
about what could have been

Stop thinking, your brains are shrinking!
"what could have been" - Anything!
But anything can be now too, for-

End is also a beginning - thats what I have learned.
Sometimes I think too hghly of myself-
And the drop back to ground is earned.
But the drops are getting smaller, every- and each time.
Will they soon turn to jumps? Am I become sublime?
Maybe I was right! I guess I am a god!
I knew it all along - I am biggere than the creator himself!
..but what is that?
I feel so light..
The ground is coming closer - fast!
It does not help to fight!
Did I do something wrong?
But I thought I had the divine right.
Now I lie in ground, my face in mud, and a worm crawls in front of my face.
I hear nothing, -but I know its thoughts:
-Now you´re back in your place!
The jumps make the falls.

When u nut but she still succin
Bottom text

Born to live, yet only live to die.
The end seems anything but sublime.
Though guilt for breath wasted,
Regret for those untasted,
Demands the obscene to be actualized.

shit cock ass pussy fucke my man wake up
yall stop bangin in that lo drop mofo car negus
shiit my man yo why them books so wordy
don't they know they hurtin with dem shit
ass whitey shit but hey jus remember we was
kings n queens

my bad, last line should be
"kings n queens n shit"