Poems here.

I start.


"hello" the man said with a grin,
his face was in a knot,
"my name is salesman, and i sell gin",
he also sold pot.

"i will sell you toys of all different shapes,
i'll sell you toys that give you the rapes,
i'll sell you vibrators made out of glass,
that feel so nice when they go up your nose."

the woman he was selling to was in shock,
as soon as he whipped out his three inch cock,
she looked down at it with a smile on her lips,
as he began to gyrate his hips.

"your pelvis is nice." she said with a smile,
"thanks" he said, "i'll be here a while "

then salesman slowly began to choke,
"oh no!" he said, "i am having a stroke!"
"whimper" said the woman, as she looked down
"help me pls" salesman said with a frown.

so the woman put a sock over his head.

that was beautiful
sadly i cannot write stuff
like that i am failure

;---;


i even failed a haiku
oh well

“Hello,” said the big black bear,
as he unknotted glow's long hair.
“” was her reply,
as she turned to look him in the eye.
“sup nigga ho u b mine” said he,
for what belonged to him was she.
also i was the bear and then we ate vespesi3n together and it was fun

lxor that was beauty

/me slow clap

And now, a Haiku


You do not pronounce
The # in #h
Number - h sounds dumb

but it's a hash not a number

there once was a clan named #h,
nothing really rhymes with that, though

they were all rather fond of the colour orange,
nothing really rhymes with that either

they were all knights, with swords of silver,
god fucking damnit i need better lines

OH THE H STANDS FOR HASH THANKS IXOR YOU CUNT

I Cannot think
Oh god my head hurts
Bishops everywhere


I failed but meh