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Guest beardo

america's greatest unpublished poet, THE POOPER

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Guest beardo

A Whisper of Brown

 

A WHISPER OF BROWN…

SLOWLY SLINKS ACROSS TOWN.

IT'S RISING AND CONSUMING.

IT'S CREEPING AND POLLUTING.

GENESIS…FROM THE POOPER'S VAPOR-FILLED @!#$ FAULT…

A GASEOUS, NEBULOUS, CREAMY-SMOOTH BUTTMALT.

JUST A WHISPER OF BROWN…

LIKE AN OPPRESSIVE, TURD-LADEN, FUDGE-STORM BEARING DOWN.

IT HOVERS AND IT LINGERS…

IT HOLDS ON, LIKE TEN THOUSAND LITTLE FINGERS.

BORNE OF THE FJORDS OF THE BROWNSTAR…

AN INTERGALACTIC, CHUNKY-BROWN POOP SCAR.

IT'S JUST A WHISPER OF BROWN…

SPREADING…LIKE A SMIRKING RECTAL FROWN.

IT'S GRIPPING AND APPALLING…

LOOK OUT BELOW, IT'S FALLING!!!

FEEL THE WHISPER OF BROWN…

LOOK UP TO SEE WHAT'S COMING DOWN!

 

-THE POOPER

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Guest beardo

have i posted this before? where did you see it?

 

fer sedz, bro.. ha

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Guest BoMb MaSteR

Actually i am America's GREATEST unpublished POET :)

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Guest beardo

i would like to see your proof of this, bomb master. thats quite an act to follow!

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Guest BoMb MaSteR

i gots shit loads of poems kid... wut u type u lookin to read?

not sure wut ur down for (???)

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Guest BoMb MaSteR

not sure i have something POOPY.. tell me wut u think about this okay:

 

 

i sit & think

why is it my bloods in the sink

cant seem to grip reality

but im thankful it didnt werk u see

my feelings took over , i was afraid

a bad decision i have made

i tried to end it

now i sit

in a pool of sorrow

at least ill see tomara

i hope anyway

to see another day

i push hard to stop the flow

wheres all this blood guna go?

its drippin down my arm

didnt kno i could do so much harm

after everyone left i got real sad

angery -dizzy &alil mad

i saw the metal object

& thought it was perfect

end my lonliness

end the stress

the sharp edge glistened in the lite

never did i put up a fite

it all happend so fast

it was intensity in a flash!

now i have these scares

Oh.. dam their all guna kno

& its all my fault i was a mess

all mixed feelings caused by stress.

july00

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Guest BoMb MaSteR

im not nuts..i have tons of other poems, if ur interested let me kno

kay. peace

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