From porn to poetry

[TOKUQINN]

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[pensivepoet]

Hmmm...perhaps a bit too sacharine. Not edgy enough.
You could try being more blunt and less obscure.
Jus my 2 cents

 

[twelveoone]

Hi everyone,

I cleaned up and changed my poem...


From Porn To Poetry

can't be done
they operate on two different principals
the only way you can fake it is with verse

 

[pensivepoet]

My earlier comment was incorrect. I see it now.
I thought the tight and tender cunt was a mine entrance. The gorgeous cocks? Giant shovels
The boobs? Mountains
And i thought the wish to be buried in her sweet ass hole was a secret desire to be a coal miner.
I thunked it was an appalachian piece hidden in metaphor.
My bad~too much time in ky
I get it now. It's spot on

 

[twelveoone]

My earlier comment was incorrect. I see it now.
I thought the tight and tender cunt was a mine entrance. The gorgeous cocks? Giant shovels
The boobs? Mountains
And i thought the wish to be buried in her sweet ass hole was a secret desire to be a coal miner.
I thunked it was an appalachian piece hidden in metaphor.
My bad~too much time in ky
I get it now. It's spot on

let me redact my statement, laughing
perhaps a diamond miner?- the holes are deeper
diamonds in the roughage

 

[pensivepoet]

(giggle)
Sometimes i just can't help myself.

 

[butters]

well i think it's very romantic


:blinkz:

 

[butters]

and at least it wasn't a secret hole

aw, i can hear the throbbing shafts now, like the songs floating from deep within a welsh mountain colliery. oops, a few decades too late but... yanno.... the hills are alive

i liked the opening three lines!

 

[Tsotha]

I like the three last lines.

 

[butters]

I like the three last lines.

he must be onto somethin', by jove!

 

[butters]

My earlier comment was incorrect. I see it now.
I thought the tight and tender cunt was a mine entrance. The gorgeous cocks? Giant shovels
The boobs? Mountains
And i thought the wish to be buried in her sweet ass hole was a secret desire to be a coal miner.
I thunked it was an appalachian piece hidden in metaphor.
My bad~too much time in ky
I get it now. It's spot on

are you a very very tiny pensive poet?
a fond of jelly kind of pensive poet?

climb outta tha tube, matey - before someone squeezes it and you shoot out god only knows where! we'd never find you

 

[pensivepoet]

are you a very very tiny pensive poet?
a fond of jelly kind of pensive poet?

climb outta tha tube, matey - before someone squeezes it and you shoot out god only knows where! we'd never find you

I'm neither pensive or poet. But after my first 19 failed attempts to register here, i thought i'd try a username i'd hate.
Sure enough, it went thru.
My first 19 names were so much better.

 

[todski28]

Hi ho, ho ho, it's off to work we go
(ok enough midget jokes before they all revolt)

 

[pensivepoet]

@butters
Just to clarify, on the slight chance any confusion remain.
Myself being a pensive poet is akin to michael jordan being a short irish boxer from the bronx.
Hope that clears things up

 

[butters]

Hi ho, ho ho, it's off to work we go
(ok enough midget jokes before they all revolt)

*snerk*
you calling p.p revolting? isn't that a tad discriminatory? shame on you

@butters
Just to clarify, on the slight chance any confusion remain.
Myself being a pensive poet is akin to michael jordan being a short irish boxer from the bronx.
Hope that clears things up

@?
@?
get thee behind me, foul twitterator, before i hashtag you from here to saturday. grrr

btw, i hear ky is very good for all manner of things, though being good for the complexion was news to me.

 

[Tsotha]

I hear it's even good for sex. Imagine that.

 

[butters]

I hear it's even good for sex. Imagine that.

^

get any drier you gonna crack

 

[pensivepoet]

Now hold yer fire, sheriff butters.
It's plain to see you're the law round these here parts. tellin folk how to wear their guns, ride their horse, and running off any low brows that stray into town.
No need to gather the posse, i'll lay my pistols down.
I've gotten too old for fightin bullies in schoolyards.
If you see me passin by, wearin a hoodie and eatin skittles, DON'T SHOOT! I'm only passin through.

 

[Tsotha]

Now hold yer fire, sheriff butters.
It's plain to see you're the law round these here parts. tellin folk how to wear their guns, ride their horse, and running off any low brows that stray into town.
No need to gather the posse, i'll lay my pistols down.
I've gotten too old for fightin bullies in schoolyards.
If you see me passin by, wearin a hoodie and eatin skittles, DON'T SHOOT! I'm only passin through.

Don't forget to give her your lunch money. Just... don't.

 

[pensivepoet]

Ha! Poor ghetto boy like me dont got no lunch money.
Mama packs me a spam sandwich, collered greens, and tang soup.
She's welcome to it!

 

[butters]

i'm a delicate flower and i don't like spam

also, i'm more likely to fight the bullies to get your lunch back, but then you don't want it...

*gone, to be a delicate flower in bed*

*petal falls...*

 

[pensivepoet]

Goodnight butters

 

[twelveoone]

and at least it wasn't a secret hole

aw, i can hear the throbbing shafts now, like the songs floating from deep within a welsh mountain colliery. oops, a few decades too late but... yanno.... the hills are alive

i liked the opening three lines!

there is something to be said about going from cunt to Kant, yeah true merit in that, even the rime boobs/pubes isn't bad.
and it is truly cosmopolitan that a guy from ISTANBUL/TURKEY would incorporate Kant, Sweet Jesus and wounded knee in one 'mazin' piece
and a hint of nondiscriminatory ambisexuality i.e. adjective before cocks. truly a 'mazin' piece, and I'm not talkin porn star here.

 

[TOKUQINN]

Cosmoplitian Guy

I am not Turkish or a muslim.I come from a persian and zoroastern family. I was born and I live in Istabul(Very Cosmopolitan).....

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