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I was jacking off and drinking Red Bull

(it's my favorite thing to do)

when suddenly I spilled the whole damn Red Bull

and I didn't know what to do.

I sat there for a minute covered in Red Bull

(it seemed there was nothing I could do)

when suddenly my mom came and licked up the Red Bull

and gave me something to do.

Guess what I call that

That's some sick shit you wrote there.

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I was jacking off and drinking Red Bull

(it's my favorite thing to do)

when suddenly I spilled the whole damn Red Bull

and I didn't know what to do.

I sat there for a minute covered in Red Bull

(it seemed there was nothing I could do)

when suddenly my mom came and licked up the Red Bull

and gave me something to do.

Guess what I call that

:lol: Brilliant

There once was a tattoo artist named Jack

Who liked to stare at and touch ladies' racks

A girl came into his shop, he wanted a feel without cops

So he said "tit for tat"

I don't have anything else to add also that one is awful

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Life's a punany
When you don't get your way
It's some fucked up punetang
What more can I say?
When it really ain't
Your day
Life is a punany
For goodness sake
Wave my fist
Because I'm irate

Life is a punie-toon
Punany
Life is a bitch sometimes
And, sometimes It's not..
But when it is
It's a punany
Life is a punany
... Bitch hooray for tolerance!
... Bitch hooray for tolerance!s
Life is a bitch!

Fuck it
Make it say your name.

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A hottie was walking about.

I saw her and gave her a shout.

"You got a good face

but it all goes to waste

if you don't GET DEM TITTIES OUT!"

I was fucking a girl for pay

She said "I could fuck you all day."

I said "You have a nice rack

but I'll nut on your back

cuz your face might be turning me gay."

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Creeping through MyGnr having a nose

See there's a poetry thread on Anything Goes

No fine Irish poets, no Shakespearean prose

Just a bunch of fucking idiots making noise in their death throes

You wanna live or die hooray for tolerance!s I make that choice

All I need is the cessation of your voice

Talk again with your shit fucking rhymes

and I'll cover your grave in lime

Dig up your corpse and stomp your bones into dust

Then snort it all up and fart it out like musk

I fuckin warned you illiterate cunts to shut up I was fuckin serious

But you bitches pushed me and now I'm on my period

That part of the month where I'm on my rags

I'll be dancing a good ragtime on your grave you fuckin fags

Kill your whole family and set everything on fire around the house

Choke for air like a mouse in a trap

Your life is capped

Its all gone, game over

So run off hooray for tolerance! and hide like a gopher

You don't want me to come find you

Lose my fuckin mind, find it in your dreams, cut your brains into pieces from the inside until you turn blue

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  • 2 weeks later...

Time: 3:20 PM Eastern

Location: Bedroom

Circumstance: Sleep Deprived, Anxious

Type: Improvasational Freewrite

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It was snowing just a minute ago

I once saw a man get fucked by another

He was standing in a large room

No emotion

No pain

No pleasure

He was used to the sensation

It was his life

When it ended, a young girl and her friend walked by

Laughing about something...

The man broke into tears and made a choice

Who cares?

God?

God isn't real.

God is for children.

Juvenile dictator threatening

Worship or be tortured

But he loves you.

So he says.

Maybe the other Gods mistreated him

and we're his experiement

Maybe we deserve it.

I do.

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There was a young man called Saul

who answered his own life's call

He got a guitar

from old Grandma

and played the Headbangers Ball

There was a young urchin called Duff

age eleven he took to the muff

Years down the line

he took to the wine

But his body just had enough

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There was a young dude called Izz

who left Indiana in a tizz

He went to LA

to learn how to play

and covered his bandmate with jizz

There was a young mucker called Steve

who got kicked in the balls every eve

He said "Axl please stop"

but got punched in the cock

and everyone asked him to leave

Edited by alfierose
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