Thursday, May 9, 2013
Your Thursday Poem
The night starry,
She enters the club to pulsing techno,
It cannot be unseen.
Purple diarrhea,
flows like molten douchelava,
A willow harks,
A sparrow chirps,
Into the night…
into the night…
Purple diarrhea head saunters into the strobes.
Oh, Booty’s full with spacious thighs,
Ms. Amber chugs pure-grain,
For this purple-mounted Travesty,
She takes anal pain!
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Oh, Erica! Oh, Erica!
He shed pube lice on thee,
And crowned thy good with tiny wood
From knee to calloused knee!
Congratulations, Darksock, you’ve killed a thread with one post. There is no follow up
Don’t tell me the denim shirt is making a comeback.
she lurks in dark, strobe lit hall
pick-axe clutched in her dainty paw
she spots her mark, offensive dweeb
with mighty arc his scull is cleaved
a purple ooze seeps from his head
he joins the ranks of club undead!
…dorothy parkers
I think I’m gonna send a note to each of my nephews, telling them how proud I am of them.
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For being nothing like this Dairy Queen-turd head.
Worst toupee ever.