/lit/ - Literature

For we know that there is no point
So now relinquish our roles as internet sticklers
May as well just roll up a fat-ass joint
At least now we may blend in with the niggers.

At long last still
I face defeat
And hope is lost, though not the will
I might yet stop beating my meat

Summer sunshine danced in winter winds
In these mountain lands of ancient kings
Melted the ice to river and stream
In these mountain lands I will dream

1.

The dick is swole,
a smack which tolls,
throughout the world,
a loud clap foretold,
of a gaylord:
for a rope,
reaching,
crying.

I moved on her like a bitch
I fell like Harry Potter,
but I did not catch the snitch.
Instead the broom impaled me and I died.

I am right here, spreading fires of hell
One day I'll die, and you will as well
We can die today, or we can unite
Our soul may live on, 'if' we unite.

There once was a trans from Vermont,
I really don't care for this font.
It felt the Bern,
for which it did yearn.
Got taxed out the ass,
and let out its gas.
What a big toot.
Now that ol' lefty is destitute.

>>11342660
Union with you sounds trite and trifling
I'd rather give myself to putrefaction
If it means I'll miss your dull writing
And save my eyes from that bowel contraction

>>11342706
What the hell man, you motherfucker
How dare you give me feedback
You sneaky ass cocksucker
Who made you the mayor of poetry, filthy fucking faggot

>>11342750
A union with me is not for the better
You're seeing the surface but I'm in the nether
I'm scheming in secret to cause conflict and strife
Whether you agree matters not to me when I'm taking your life.

Here's to the first:
we cheer's to the worst,
all you sisterfuckers, brothersuckers, and makers of wurst.
We toast you in jest,
color us impressed
that you've survived this long and stood the test
of time instead of lying down in rest.

Here's to the second:
the first to be last
your sperm is so fecund
and your range so vast.
You count hours in seconds,
You always order seconds
for you in between snacks is a fast.

Now for the third:
the number one turd,
you put the U in ridiculous, God you're absurd.
We love you to death,
We pray for your death,
We sigh at every sight of the pauses in your breath.
You're the Atlean Interpreter of International Bullshit,
We deconstruct you bit by bit
because Lord we know you're the best.
You're the Titan of gonorrheic shit
and 4chan's c/lit/ board is your crest.

>>11342817
oh I clearly misunderstood the exercise

Took a stroll around the block
Knocked another lap off the stock
Felt lucky seeing a disk flash and pop
It's the same penny I must have dropped