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| |Box title = You Cannot Write
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| |Row 1 title = Type
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| |Row 1 info = Poetry, Sonnet
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| |Row 2 title = Author
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| |Row 2 info = Anonymous
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| |Row 3 title = Sauce
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| |Row 3 info = 4chan's /lit/
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| <poem>
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| But, soft! What queer through yonder posting speaks!
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| A faggot, sure, but what a way to be -
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| Fat cock inside your ass until it squeaks,
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| To gargle sperm inside your throat with glee.
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| So lame! You jest a "thee" and balk at "thought"
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| While mumbling through lips stuffed with pink, hard dick.
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| I'll make you choke, you puffed-up sniv'ling cow.
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| The thought of what you do, I retch - It's sick.
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| Too bad you cannot write a line that's good:
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| A line that flows, a phrase that is not crap.
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| Just end this farce and cede, you know you should.
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| My poem fucks you: dildo with a strap.
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| Your anus, raw, a pulsing mass of rot,
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| I thrust so hard, I'll rupture your g-spot.
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| </poem>
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