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Caz

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« on: April 07, 2012, 02:17:12 am »

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Korbac

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Re: wild poem appears!
« Reply #1 on: April 07, 2012, 11:05:26 am »

Hi Caz.  :) Nice to see some creativity! I'll be honest here - it's not the best poem I've ever read, but it's far from the worst. 9 lines of -eed is impressive.  :D
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Re: wild poem appears!
« Reply #2 on: April 07, 2012, 12:00:43 pm »

Hi Caz.  :) Nice to see some creativity! I'll be honest here - it's not the best poem I've ever read, but it's far from the worst. 9 lines of -eed is impressive.  :D

wow, I actually posted this. 10hrs of drinking espresso, editing and arguing with my printer makes strange things. i'm so sorry, lol   ???
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Re: wild poem appears!
« Reply #3 on: April 07, 2012, 02:44:57 pm »

Was a fun read!  :)
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Re: wild poem appears!
« Reply #4 on: May 03, 2012, 02:16:54 am »

The devil bears not scarlet skin,
nor tail, pitchfork or beard.
His greatest trick is deception,
to make you think that he's not here.
He lives in every whispered contempt,
every abuse and every lie.
His power is not to kill outright,
but to make you want to die.
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Re: wild poem appears!
« Reply #5 on: May 03, 2012, 03:11:59 am »

Maybe instead of "filled with seed" you should change it to "to fill with seed" that way it doesn't sound like you are getting sloppy seconds/things/n-s of the night?

And now, my crappy poem :D

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And so the death of ages comes
and with it the end of aging.
When ever you thought of making words
think how much you'll be raging.

End so the worlds
that have sucked from us its breath.
Don't go off and smoke some pot,
or forbid smoke some meth.

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Doesn't make sense at all :D and that's just the way I like my poems to be >.>
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Re: wild poem appears!
« Reply #6 on: May 15, 2012, 05:45:52 am »

Bad rap I wrote =P

Fucking Hannibal or Some Shit Like It

I spit hot shit like dragon fire,
then toss your ass to the funeral pyre.
When I speak, I've got the voice of a choir,
shut up bitch, you ain't nothin but a liar.

I'm an ego-maniacal man,
always down with the B plan.
bout your ass, I don't give a damn
sayin this shit just because I can.

I am one twisted bastard,
but I write beats like a fucking master.
I was a pirate before ye-olde Napster,
and now I put pen to my newest chapter.

I eat broken glass and piss lemonaid
then for fun, I shoot dogshit, and huff raid
Sometimes my ass goes off like a live grenade
how else is a motherfucker supposed to get paid?


I beat off like 14 times a day,
I wouldn't have it any other way.
Don't give a fuck what you have to say,
Back off shit-nugget, I don't play.

What are you, off your fuckin rocker?
Licking shit up like it's Betty Crocker.
Just saw some chick who only had one knocker,
Bitch ass pansy, how dare you mock her.

I have a tendancy to go off the wall ape shit,
on motherfuckers who ain't worth a bit.
You're not even worthy to sniff my armpit,
It's people like you that make me god-damn sick.

I get wasted off the blood of Christ,
I know what you thinking and fuck yeah it's nice.
Got so drunk it fucking killed my lice.
The next morning though, I payed the price.


The fruits of my labor are ripe for the picking,
but like teflon pans the shit's just not sticking.
The hands of time just keep on fucking ticking,
so sit in your room and let them fingers do the schlicking

As I pen out rhymes upon this broken chair,
someone's smoking weed and I wonder where.
Pass that shit here and if you don't care,
let's put something dank high up in the air.

I'm a prick, being fucking cold hearted,
Oh wait, did you hear that? Who farted?
Just kidding it was me, and I think I sharted,
Now who in the fuck do you think's retarded?

And now I leave you with a trailing notion,
you gotta drink life like elixir, a potion,
Don't try to mask and conceal your emotion,
it gets the hose again, or it puts on the lotion.
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