Now your turn 7eptanites.

Reported for that.

Just longing of no longer working for a wage
Having more money than anyone else my age
Being my own boss, without going to college
I'm violent when I write, I just attack the page
To loosen the restraints, and escape this cage

quick words
slaver offensively
intensively for you
writing themselves
writing yourself
wring out the words
to dry them

more words
to-war-ds this finale
risay has spoken
his words have been broken;
how about that omelet

what

are you trying to rap battle me
don't snap prattle me
with wee little words
I state that
I most graciously ended your thread

the little grunt shrieked
through it's mutant mouth beak:
I insult you in rhyme!
For what? I do not know why
a poetical thread was put forth and instead
of abstaining I merrily joined it
I'll never be sure, if that makes me a whore
or worse than his (poetry) but
before I have left
I'll be sure and collect
a nice little sum
for my services

the comeback was sent,
the grunt typed what he meant
even though he'd been surely refuted;
he claimed it was not
a comeback of sorts
but I came on his bitch back
as I read it

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Waffles

Quote from: Fedorekd on October 09, 2014, 12:58:35 PM

It's like Winnie the Pooh spilt honey on his butt.
He tried to wipe his arse but his hand got stuck.
50% skill, 20% luck.
Riding around in my pickup truck.
Smoke so thick you can't see through.
Sheeps go baa, cows go moo.
Native Indians drove canoes.
I think we should kill the

Spoiler

nazis

Luke?

What.

Peering up I see a light
Piercing my eternal prison.
I see a face, a key, my plight,
The savior of my darkest vision.
But soon you're gone, taken away
By a soulless beast born astray.
You filled my heart with hope and love
And gave my undead soul a fate.
But the dying flame vanished above,
Left with only time to contemplate.

Now I traverse this land of poison and faith.
Your distant voice echoing like a bell.
I've resisted the twisted abysmal, dark wraith
With nothing but a bloodstain and a story to tell.
Even with others, my sun incandescent,
I'm hunted by demons and spirits of vengeance.
I've been high up above and far down below.
My chaotic, lost eyes a-lit
By the blackness of tombs of my archived sorrows.
In the crystals of time I shall sit.

But from all I've endured, I haven't a soul;
Nothing to kindle the fire keeping me alive.
All that remains are endless nights black as coal,
Everlasting death from which no heart shall revive.
Now in the final days of my fading humanity
I leave messages before my descent to insanity.
In this land of the darkest of souls,
Imprisoned within this cursed asylum,
The bonfire dwindles and I can see no light.
Nothing but hollow cinders.

Roses are red
Violets are blue
I'm not good at rhyming
drink beer

haikus rhymes with weeaboos
and that's real fu­cking gay
potassium