WRITE SOME POETRY

[MatteN]

I like to write in a way that reaches people who don't like to read stories (that's why I write short stories) and poetry (that's why I write entertaining poetry).
On that note, here are 2 poems I've wrote recently.

The Great Wager of When Roy will Finish his 6 Pack.


The wager is made and soon the winner will cheer
But first we must wait to see how long it will take Roy to finish a 6 pack of beer
The first week crawls by, not a beer is gone
Oh my god, how long can this go on?!
But wait, ALAS!
A beer has been taken!
Oh never mind, all 6 are accounted for, I must have been mistaken
So here I sit, patiently awaiting
Seeking results to calm our debating
Maybe neither Josh nor I will be able to say "I told ya!"
For Roy may never even open a bottle of his Michelob Ultra.



To the Hot Girl in the Front of my Geography Class


To the girl who sits in the front of geography class
With those fine hips and fine ass
Why do you come to class late every day
And ignore the professor while you text away?
Are you late because you're doing your makeup and hair?
You’re beautiful without that shit, guys really don't care (at least I don't)
But maybe you could make it to class on time
If you didn't go to Starbucks every morning and wait in line?

One day we shared a quick conversation about your cat
About how Snowball is intuitive and mischievous and all that
About how daddy buys you new cars
And his credit card covers the tabs at bars
Your silly beliefs that you preach and uphold
For no reason other than it's what you've been told

You bore me to death, hot girl in geography
I stare at you and wish your personality was more like me
We are so different in every single way
I'm tolerant in most cases, while you hate gays

Maybe one day we'll have hot drunken sex
But until then I don't want to talk to you, I'd rather watch you sip Starbucks and text












OK NOW U WRITE SOME. it can be shorty and shitty, sorta like sex with toonces! hahahah jkjkjkjkj

[(weedguru)scarf]

haha that last one made me laugh man...

im gonna move this to stoners poems if thats cool

[wgToonces]

OK NOW U WRITE SOME. it can be shorty and shitty, sorta like sex with toonces! hahahah jkjkjkjkj

Oh no he di'int!

I'm going to come over there and leave you with an asshole the size of a clowns pocket my friend!

[MatteN]

OK NOW U WRITE SOME. it can be shorty and shitty, sorta like sex with toonces! hahahah jkjkjkjkj

Oh no he di'int!

I'm going to come over there and leave you with an asshole the size of a clowns pocket my friend!

hahahahahah do it bitch.



ya scarf u can move this, my bad

[andriaSRH]

OK NOW U WRITE SOME. it can be shorty and shitty, sorta like sex with toonces! hahahah jkjkjkjkj

Oh shhiittt.


Really like the second one Matten. Hopefully you'll get to bang her one day

[wgToonces]

Just to clarify, my sex is very up to standard


Mattens however....Well, it kinda falls short of the mark

[andriaSRH]

I'm gonna need videotaped evidence to evaluate the both of you

[(weedguru)scarf]

I'm gonna need videotaped evidence to evaluate the both of you

its the only fair way really

[andriaSRH]

Indeed. Don't be afraid guys, I won't put your videos on youporn.

[wgToonces]

This isn't the first time a weedguru porno has been brought up... We should really get this up and running!


"This is Weedguru...and here's our porno tape! Do please stay and post!...Oh...your gone..oh well then "

[WeedGuru_Flow]

I suck at writing poetry
with that said i'll commence
Just like a fir-tree
but without any sense
this is a simple ABAB rhyme
which is pretty neat
to have drifted off in time
only to find a girl in heat.

[Regarded]

damn, the second one is beautiful...really inspiring in a poetic way.

[JokersAce]

Heres a poem I wrote for my math class a long time ago

We were parallel lines
with congruent minds
though perfect for one another
we never met eachother

Passing each day, not knowing the truth
Each with our sameness, knowing not what to do
day by day, growing blue
it seemed like our lives ran skew

Then one day met the rays of our sight
and brought an acute angle to our plight
to shoot his flaming transversal aflight
and intersect our passion with his might

now we rest in the plane of love
connected like monogamous doves
with the angles of our hearts, alternate and same side
congruent and equilateral until we die


I hate the second stanza though