Poetry

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
SHIT PISS FUCK CUNT COCKSUCKER,
MOTHERFUCKER TITS FART TURD TWAT POO!

is that a poem on terrets?

...girls and fucked 'em at school
all i know is that
there were rumors he was into field hockey players
there were rumors
so he applied basically
he was gone the next day
and went off with the team
it's like - he was gon- they just like
it was so hush hush they were so...
quiet about it
and then the next thing you know...

dutch weed for me,
dutch weed for you,
i'll have a bong,
you have one to.

The way you look
And how you stare
Hands on my face
And in my hair

The way you talk
Into my ear
And how you've dried
My every tear

The way you act
When it's just us
Nothing matters
Except for lust

The way we are
When we're alone
You feel so good
You make me moan

A mind without weed,
Is like a room without windows

Quote:

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Originally Posted by NightProwler

A mind without weed,
Is like a room without windows

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No, a room without windows is like a mind without weed.

Your way works, too. :D

I love you too,
though without it are me and you,
"I love you" she said.

and also:

My boobies are nice,
they are made of rice,
whenever they bounce,
I want to tweak them,
i will make a bird nest,
right in between my breasts,
I always flash the pope,
and I clean them with a rope,
Clinton smokes dope,
I never use soap,
each time they nip out,
i get a brief hope,
they protect me from fear,
and I drown them in beer,
while wearing a white shirt.

I had a cat named Snowball
She died! She died!
Mom said she was sleeping
She lied! She lied!
Why oh why is my cat dead?
Couldn't that Chrysler hit me instead?

edgar...thats the saddest thing ive ever read in my life...if you need a shoulder to cry on...theres always me...