i'LL start off. The word for your inspiration is....
The
"It is said, the
never more believed than, the'tis on the tip of my toungue...the
mores often than nots.
now they dangle down me, the
a pile on my skin - wafer thin, the
pluck the liver strings, the
my God wants its gold;
the"
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Anonymous
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My word is... stiff. I woke up and grabbed me wood; twas hard, hard how me women likes it; Stiff I squeezed it for a while, and those spirals of infinity that lay in me knackers, allowed out a stringy song. Stiff When i'm in the box and I'm done flogging off me pecker will flop like a florida willow never to be Stiff FlimFlamMan (Author of most read poem on XenoxNews) |
Anonymous
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The boy stood on the burning deck the sails were all a'fire, the captain cheered the burning wreck, the Rodent is a liar. |
Chato
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Man! Thats cool! I'll bring some plonk. Any sacrificial virgins? Hey! Let's rename Howard: "Care". And we can "burn Care" like they do at Bohemian Grove. We might need a giant statue of an owl... |
Anonymous
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I'm thinking something with boys in it. Pirate boys. Don't worry lads I'll have it soon. Green Haired Jim |
FrankBlues
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Hey listen poofy Jim here is a poem for you: All pirates are poofs they like sticking their dicks in each others bums and dance on their ships in dresses. Sums your lot up pretty well I reckon. |
Anonymous
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OK. I'm a little nervous because prose is my usual form, but here goes... The Cap'n put us ashore on a deserted isle, So me and the lads thought we'd explore a while. But the tropical sun was hot on our pirate heads, It made us dizzy so we lay down to rest. We huddled a while underneath the coconut trees, When my pecker was stirred awake by a cool breeze. It stood to attention and then the lads paid it some, Next thing I knew we all had cum dripping out our bums! Hope you like it, Green Haired Jim |
Anonymous
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Crazy Jihad Jim, lives in the Tehran gym. The girls there, they don't root; So he bends the boys over his car boot. Now in his land they dont like the Jew; But thats fine cause I dont either. But we've got a problem, because you see they run the globe. So all you dumb Persians; prepare to get bombed. |
Chato
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The poor old Jew; I've known a few Some of 'em 'ave made me spew But so that be not the law Johnny makes me spew much more Tho' not a jew he be a whore Before this ends I make amends A few of Jew I call 'em friends |
Ricardovitz
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Anarychists is heathens They's gonto hell Burnt crisp by the Devil what a wonderful smell. Them Anarchyists is smack hustlers, Tain't nothin but meth huffers, glue sniffers and glycol sippers Them Anarchyists stank of rottin flesh and shatted-up drawers, Just a bunch of no-good drug guzzlers. All dead-beat Tenants is Anarchyists They's good fer nothin. Dern't work no job, dern't pay no rent, cain't count on the law to help you snuff-em. So's I got me two mountain-queers that'll keep Anarchyist Tenants payin, Cuz if'nt that Tenant gets debt-wize with me thems two will git that heathen prayin......or thar's gonna be some slayin. |
Longfellow
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Some call Sarah Palin A sweet and comely wench But if you vote against her She'll bash you with a wrench! Next stanza, please... |
Loony Fred
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Now that fraud Obama's in, Sarah is on the campaign again. She's hooked up with Minnesota Michelle, And she'll give them liberals hell! |
The empire strikes back
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All hail the queen and MPs Obscene Children killers Unfortunate by-product of the New World Order Watch the royal wedding Why not; you're paying for it Measure of pain no matter For the truly insane |
Head in hands
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The word is 'head'... My head is in my hands And my noise is full of dust My eyes glitter for a while Then they return to the dark |
Curious, Cheltenham
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"Love of Life" I gotta Love of Life Love of Life I'm on the straight and narrow with this life I gotta Love of Life Love of Life |
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