Your Poetry

[Fathom Zero]

I can't go on, I fear. I'm stuck
inside my hurting place. It feels
pretty good. It's warm and nobody
ever talks to you. There are no
expectations, there are no responsibilities.
It's pretty dark here, but that's alright -
even though you can't see anyone
else, they can't see you either. The
dark feels good. There is no beginning
to it, but there's no end. There is
nothing here worth noting and
everything feels dead. It's my not
favorite place to be.

THE HURTING PLACE

The physical structure doesn't matter - I just wanted to emulate what I had in my notebook instead of having a single line of text rolling across the screen.

[King Hadas]

My dick is hard like old bologna
stick it in your butt and cry "Wyoming!"

[Dingus Knucklehumper]

Five syllables here
Then seven syllables here
And then five more here

[Pentegarn]

Originally Posted by King Hadas

My dick is hard like old bologna
stick it in your butt and cry "Wyoming!"

:sirmixalot