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