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Batman created by Bob Kane

Some poems by the_young_scot

I think I thought I wrote a sonnet
I think I ought to sit upon it

I sat my hamster on its destiny
The ever spinning wheel of fate
Dance the tap dance of eternity
Just try not to be late

He pierced the air like a giant red arrow
His giant metallic shlong shining in the light
Your pride you had best swallow
RAAAARR TOBOR SHALL CORNHOLE YOU THIS NIGHT!!

*clicks fingers*

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The following statement its true. The previous statement is false

That

was

BEAUTIFUL.

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More lust than you can shake a stick at.

That cheese cookie thing poem made me cry a little. You have the gift.

Oh, and as far BLT not finding herself with google:
I saw your picture today! And several MSpaint-y drawrings! I like exclamation points!

I like my BLT sandwiches without the T.

I also like my poetry without the suck.

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dcomposed:11-06-05: If I was a viking invading your village, you'd be the first to get raped.
Crabby: 10/5/06: i would love to feed you fresh fruit while bathing you.

haiku for u tranny fucks:

[i]
bltsandwich
once entered #stripcreator
then left; no one cared.
[/i]

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Please replace the handset, and try again.

A poem by me to all of you.

I like me some meat
Meat is good to eat
Eat that meat, fo sheet!
It's no big feat!

BLT, you name yourself
BLT, we blame your.. self..
And I can't be assed
To finish this poem now.

Damn, I guess I'm just too lazy to write kickass poetry like our little veggie lover here.

PLANTS SCREAM WHEN THEY DIE, YOU SICKO!

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Do you want ants? Because that's how you get ants.

Carrot juice constitutes murder!
Cole slaw's a fascist regime!
Don't think that they don't have feelings
Just because a radish can't scream!

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It was such a waste of everyone’s time and money that even the Tokyo stadium’s rape robots apologized– something they were programmed specifically never to do.

There once was a girl named Becky
Whose poems were like a car-wreck-y.
They consisted of rhyming
But lacked any timing
And were, overall, rather blecchy.

(Wow, that rhyming is [u]hard[/u]!)

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This signature has performed an illegal operation and has been shut down.

Alright folks, we all know about the high school mentality of picking on a person that you deem a loser.

We also all know that the Internet in NO WAY can lower your self esteem and self worth. However the peeps on the Internet can.

That being said, I do agree the forum SPAM is utter shit, and unfortunatly participated myself, which I apologize for.

So anyway, more people need to be picked on. Singleing out one person in not enough. That's just high school. We need a good WAR!

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I dumb :D

Shut your fucking trap before I stuff you in your locker you fucking neophyte.

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obscenity filter is off

NECROPHILIAC!! GET IT RIGHT DAMMIT!!

Now get back to sewing class, Lance already misses you.

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I dumb :D

We're not sewing today you dolt. Don't you know Tuesdays are cupcake day. Idiot. And after you finish with Lance, please make him wash his hands. They smell like shit!

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obscenity filter is off

Cupcake day?? Man I spend too much time in metal shop making weapons and hash pipes to know about your silly little cupcake day.

Yeah, Lance sure got the shit kicked out of him. I'll have him clean himself and send him back, he mentioned something about wearing your leapord print g-string for you today.

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I dumb :D

Hoping to be entertained
By BLT's lofty refrains
I checked out her site
And recoiled in fright
Now all I can taste is the pain

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"And Wirthling isn't worth the paper he isn't printed on."

I have not searched at all, I admit,
For her poetry -- I ain't read one bit.
But I'll say bitsandwich's
Odes cause shits and twitches
For that's the sole rhyme I could fit.

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ken.kaufman@gmail.com

IT'S SATURDAY

It's Saturday
My butt hurts

"I kill Colombians for fun."
-- Ethel Mertz

LEAVES AND GRASS

Fill your ass with leaves and grass
Set them afire, to the tune of a lyre

Dance and jangle
Weenis at an angle
Pubes in a tangle
Naughty bits dangle

Fill your hole with smoldering coal
Feel the burn, a lesson you'll learn

Flail and amble
Tippy-toe ramble
Flit and gambol

Signed,

Glen Campbell

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Legend, oh legend, the third wheel legend...always in the way.

There once was a girl named Becky
Who only wanted a fecky
She said so in verse
That was judged to be worse
Than a straightforward come-on from Becky

There's a lesson in this for all of us: Poetry won't get you laid unless it's, like, Yeats.

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What others say about boorite!

Room Service Weird Cheese Cookie
by boorite

The room service guy brought me
A midnight chicken Caesar
And lying atop it
Crooked, stranded, shipwrecked
The weird cheese cookie thing
My puzzling old friend
Posing its gastronomical dilemma.
I ate it.

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What others say about boorite!

OMG CHEESE COOKIE
by boorite

A conundrum haunts me
In the likeness of a cookie
But made of grated cheese
Fused and hardened by some unknown process
Like particle board
But made of grated cheese.

Who the author, wondered I,
Of this little marvel?
Whose the hand and what the fire?
What the mind that conceived it?
What the gas that breathed it into being?
What the cheese and what the grater?
Whose the hand and what the fire?

It tasted OK.

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What others say about boorite!

I know a female poet and I'd sure like to lay her.

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I has a flavor!

That's because she has tits. Tits will get you laid much faster than poetry. So the ideal getting laid poem would go something like, "here are my tits."

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What others say about boorite!

I'd give that poem a standing ovation.

In my pants.

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I has a flavor!

Lay Me
by A. Girl
(psued., boorite)

Here are my tits.

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What others say about boorite!

Women should not have to use their body to get laid.

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"Leave the past behind and focus on the future, but live in the present"