Perfect

[Beau]

My life: a web of lies,​

No one believes me, I can understand why,​

I feel like I'v been cheated for what I have done,​

I am worthless as a person and as a son,​

You'll never understand the battle that'll never be won,​

I'm stuck in this web that I'v created for me,​

I have the determination to break away and be free,​

My spirit is faded from not being aided,​

Torn down by those who love me,​

I'v felt sad and lonely,​

I try so hard, but I can not focus,​

I'm filled to the top with all of these emotions,​

I hope you can forgive me for what I have done,​

All I'v ever wanted was to be a perfect son...​

 

[Cloud]

gay

 

[Shadez]

Mr. Smiles

Even when he was young,​

when things should make him sad​

he would still be smiling.​

Every morning he would walk​

down the street and greet​

people with a smile.​

It was just a great way to start the day.​

He could always make someone​

happy even if the person​

was down.​

He had the gift of smiling​

that was just never ending.​

The people in the town​

would say that his father​

smiled quite the same way.​

 

[Reflexes]

WU TANG CLAN AINT NUTTIN TA FUCK WIT

Wuut ANG cLAn AInt nuttin ta FUCK WITH!!!!!

I be tossin, enforcin, my style is awesome

I'm causin more Family Fued's than Richard Dawson

And the survey said--ya dead

Fatal Flying Guillotine chops off your fuckin head

RZA who was that? Aiyyo, the Wu is back

Makin niggaz go BO BO!, like on Super Cat

Me fear no one, oh no, here come

The Wu-Tang shogun, killer to the eardrum!​

 

[Cloud]

http://7chan.org/fl/src/hey.swf

 

[trustmee]

all emo and shit.

 

[Fresa]

Beau, in all honesty your poem isn't very good.

 

[Shadez]

What do you think of my poem Fresa?

 

[Shadez]

Goblin​

There lived a goblin in a cave.​

And a nasty goblin was he​

He had a spear to stab one with​

And what a great killer was he

He threw his spear at a big bear​

And killed the big bear with much joy​

The goblin smiled and said hooray​

He walked home with food to enjoy

 

[Fresa]

Remedy I like your poem.

 

[Dcm]

My life: a web of lies,​

No one believes me, I can understand why,​

I feel like I'v been cheated for what I have done,​

I am worthless as a person and as a son,​

You'll never understand the battle that'll never be won,​

I'm stuck in this web that I'v created for me,​

I have the determination to break away and be free,​

My spirit is faded from not being aided,​

Torn down by those who love me,​

I'v felt sad and lonely,​

I try so hard, but I can not focus,​

I'm filled to the top with all of these emotions,​

I hope you can forgive me for what I have done,​

All I'v ever wanted was to be a perfect son...​

damn.......................................... is that waterproof mascara?

 

[Hotbot]

WU TANG CLAN AINT NUTTIN TA FUCK WIT

Wuut ANG cLAn AInt nuttin ta FUCK WITH!!!!!





Oh the lolz I just had

I be tossin, enforcin, my style is awesome

I'm causin more Family Fued's than Richard Dawson

And the survey said--ya dead

Fatal Flying Guillotine chops off your fuckin head

RZA who was that? Aiyyo, the Wu is back

Makin niggaz go BO BO!, like on Super Cat

Me fear no one, oh no, here come

The Wu-Tang shogun, killer to the eardrum!​

 

[IllyBillyn]

I am worthless as a person and as a son,​

I'd change that line to:



"Am I worthless as a person and son?"

 

[Fanatic]

no homo doe

 

[trustmee]

WU TANG WUUU TANG WUU TANGGG

 

[19 warrior adeus]

someone close this worthless thread it has nothing to do with 19s

 

[Dangerdoom]

Remedy's first poem is decent.



The rest wastes brain cells.

 

[yougotcriton]

"Fie!" cried I, upon my scoring;

"Screen," said I, my screen imploring,

"show the whoring wastrel who is presently to win!"​

His pact with Satan notwithstanding,​

handing each their ass, his boot now firmly lodged within.​

Envisioned I a stubbl'd man,​

(Perhaps back from Afghanistan)​

who bore the blade Hephaestus wrought in Gaea's flowing blood;​

Instead, foul "Weed God" rose from mist​

"Four Hundred Twenty" there affixed;​

Mixed races his study, and the dankness of his bud.​

His voice was like an augur's twist;​

his rhetoric did most consist​

of boudoir-time proclivities and parentage concerns;​

O, precious Mute! On cherubs borne​

Come mask this fourteen years of scorn!​

Hornéd Lord of Weeds, Begone! Never to return!​

pasteurized from Penny Arcade

 

[Beau]

I'd change that line to:



"Am I worthless as a person and son?"

You should never tell someone how to re-write a poem, IllyBillyn.

 

[Cheruhbim]

pull the trigger

my sweet savior

pull the trigger

end my life

pull the trigger

say your sorry

pull the trigger

just stop the lies

So now just

Pull the trigger