This site desperately needs victimizing

I posted this a while back. Millions of fucking losers post their retarded shit here and actually believe that this limp-wristed crap is due to real talent.

Anyone feeling inspired?

 

My sister posted some shit on there a little while ago. She was always trying to read me that crap while I was playing my playstation.

Pissed me off....

 

I suddenly feel the urge to get really fucking drunk and write some obscene poetry.

 

If you do, save the URL...That's what I did with one that a certain "MoFo" wrote a while back.

 

http://www.poetry.com/Publications/display.asp?ID=W5444154&BN=999&PN=1

 

bah
do a search for bleh matthew

 

Is that a hobby of yours?

 

I hope I win. I poured my heart and soul into it.

 

<BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="verdana">quote:</font><HR>My weiner
My weiner
In your mouth
Pull it out
Release my load in your ear
You cant get it out
you try q-tips
it wont work
Now you have swimmers ear
Hahaha you prostitute.
Feel the sting of my jizz!!!!

Matthew Blah Bleh<HR></BLOCKQUOTE>

Ummm..very *cough* gooood Matthew.

I understand Nursey is a bit of a poet. Perhaps she should enter some of her work too?

 

I just submitted one...

"Forever and a day, for just one more lay"

The wind in your hair
The tears in your eye
You ran out of Nair
And now you must cry...

The salt on your wounds
My balls on your chin
I just can't help it
My shit-eating grin...

The time has now come
And now so have I
Just swallow it down
And don't you ask why...

Do a search for "Jack Lomotilian" (Had to change the line with "shit-eating grin" in it)

 

*Note the careful and consistent usage of iambic pentameter...

 

Well, here was one of the ones that got deleted (actually, all of them have now):


Dreaming Of Jon Benet

Ah, dear Jon Benet,
I was just thinking about her
And how, oh how,
How she could take a Tazer shot like no other
She is so sweet,
Makes me caress my cylindrical meat,
That cute virile hore(Had to spell it like that),
Every underdeveloped crevice I would explore,
Who cares about decay?
Just more holes in which my meat kazoo will stay.

Up her doo doo hole, goes my fist,
I wanna make her my dead sex sock puppet.


Fyster W. Systers

Copyright ©2002 Fyster W. Systers

 

*wipes away a bloody little tear* I don't know if its art, but they moved me *farts*

 

Matthew
Your artistry astounds me
Your words are most devine
They conjure up the sweetest pics
Of fisted bums and shitty pricks
Oh how I wish that you were mine
I'd take you to my padded cell
And poke your eyeballs out
You'd realise I come from Hell
I'm evil without a doubt
I'd push a broom stick up your arse
Until the blood ran free
And slice your dick along its (puny) length
And I'd laugh out loud with glee
My dog would fuck your slimy mouth
I know thats one thing you would enjoy
I'd kill you slow and burn your brains (wot brains?)
You pathetic little boy

 

You sound fucking hot. Wanna fuck?

 

no

 

Cocktease

 

That's Kitana!!

 

Bravo Bravo <gives golf clap>

Both of your poems were exquisite. Your talents have far surpassed my feeble attempts at expressing myself.

 

Where? Where is my darling?

I got a Valentine's Day poem. I'd like to share it with the rest of fugly. Here goes.

*clears throat*

Valentine o' Mine

Twas a day of love,
And all through the house,
I tried to fuck everything,
Even Harold the mouse.

The candy was baked,
in the oven with care,
Made with gelatin and sugar,
And shaved pubic hair.

Her mouth opened wide,
And my dick slipped in,
I got nut on her face,
And some on her chin.

She spread her legs open,
As my face went south,
Then she would cum,
And fart in my mouth.

So I grabbed her tits,
And decked her nose,
"Don't shit on my face!
Just lick my hose!"

The door busted open,
And in walked her hubby,
He stared at us in awe,
As she sword swallowed my chubby.

I got my feet and I kicked that fat bastard in his knee. The I jumped up in the air and brought the bottom of my foot down on his skull knocking his teeth out on the floor. I reached in my pocket and whip out my slapjack. Play time asshole! I lifted it above my head and....

*Editor's Note : We must apologize for Cheezedawg's last verse. Too much intellectual strain causes him to breakdown periodically. Not only did it have nothing to do with the poem, it didn't even rhymne. We have calmed him down long enough to finish. Thank you for your tolerance.*

Whether you work at a desk,
Or drive a big truck,
Happy V-Day to you,
And to all a good fuck.