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ColoradoCleric
Dec 26, 2012

by FactsAreUseless
The Chavish of Many Birds

Palimpset prowling on the husk of beleaguered Rome
Aflame from Nero’s tenuous but tenable throne
Swiftly spoken with a singed hourglass and whispered sand
Crafty spacecraft are majestic more than 100 grand

Morpheus enlists the denuded Agent Smith
To swarm the battalions of celebrities that possess and trip
Upon the threaded needle of threadbare convention of betokened appreciation
Every rapport and every fleet dives beneath plumbable detection
(Top Secret)
So neutered brain damage became a rummaged adage
That too many whack-a-moles are sutured beyond the crisp package
Whet the craven set and propagate waves of earthquakes that strut
The mother of nature is orgasmic when profligate danger is a defamed slut
So in amphigory and honesty I have become the omphalos of celebrity
I arm myself with brandished personage and speak openly with great integrity
But to brag of how much witchcraft and wizardry exists in this green village
Is to invite a locust swarm of bad mascots and misnomers readily pillaged
So warm with the dawning sun, writhe with the diurnal pun
Cloister the Kloosters and Clooneys with dreaded Harry Dunne
But to relapse into the purview of insanity seems beyond the most lame duck profanity
Because reality conflated with virtual presence is a tantamount inanity
I emerge strong and gilded with every fluttered birds chavish splurge
As magnates that magnetize wealth and glitz are present and observed
But yet they are disbelieved by the concealment of truth and the obfuscation of beleaguered doubt
Swank and squalor rarely combine but when they do they obliviate all winning streaks in a route
A route that spans the gamut between stimulants and stimulations
A career path that looks upward at gainsay and gained elations
The sprawl of profiteers like me will be requited with the passage of years
The forced segregation is the totality of malfeasance and the sum of none of any fears
Only the rebarbative consequence of the giant tortoise and its Vuvuzela cheers
In a degraded state of annoyance that ESP conquers doubt with bionic ears
Lisp on the curb, wretched on the stomp, racism is nothing but masqueraded insecurity poised as self-doubt
Debited to each creation on a variegated piebald wrinkle on an extended litany of lies
Crips and Bloods become Croods and Oilers that are so U.N.-refined as an expedient for wise demise
To scourge the requisite harm of religions endangered by a patchwork of State Farm
To rinse the sour sins of aboriginal boomerangs that switch a bit patchy but always charm
To the knowledge of good and evil we have found again a permissible fruit in an opportune time
That erasure of the reverse course of sin to righteousness finds sublime
But Judah and Israel rebelled on principles and principals
Idolatry in schools is expulsion of nothing other than the voguish dismissible
We recrudesce in this time to an aborning erratum on a parchment of time
That claims hypocrisy in its stodgy restriction of suburban muses crooning originality on wine
Serendipity floods the proud with the avarice of bricolage clamor excessively loud
It extorts the simpleton to belief without understanding or disbelief without doubt
Return to the Jedi of the nomadic tribe of weathered clout
Clippers that sail and sprint through time where stragglers pout
For in every endeavor of this corporate oligarchy our choices are constrained
Our voices are transmuted into simplicities that own our narratives of a raillery train
And every squeal of rustbelt friction is voiced on simplistic fiction
And every majesty is unheard because of the pollution of abrasive friction
So I speak with the scourge of fish and the novelty of clones
I teach and desist sometimes because my eyes were never affixed to any throne
But I am reminded that a rap sheet is Wrigley and Chicago is Piccadilly
Your guess is as good as mine about where a Grand Elect Knight begins really
So to the insurrection of idolatry of a scarred past we have a supplanted Friday blacker that smut and smog until we need gas masks
Such a salesmanship is required to penetrate the desired, even when Iron Man and I are simultaneously wired
On the Iron in the Front Seat that derelicts the panache of the proud intellect because of languor fired
Women titillate themselves on the jeers of hollowed husks of conformity
They intrude with persnickety restive restriction because of arrogated authority
Such a negative bear must mean a positive bull, but poo poo is easy and blips are cool
That RADAR’s WHIP detection scrawls a deadened earth deracinated from considerations of thinness and girth
The Dickens of Charlie Brown is worth more than just a single smirk
So to those women that skimp on my exultant smile and my delicate words
Lady Gaga has written too many songs about your personal rejection which is patently absurd
Rays of thespian cordiality winnow the borderline between flicks and literary finds
Directors and directives sort an assortment of philosophies in the alcoves to which many are blind
But if to hear the chatter of a fresh tomato never spattered
Pallor and weight, thickness and cheddar grate, inconsequential when you are elite and of a winning fate
So finally ditch your zany attempt to maroon me as a victim of puritanism’s puny ideals easiest to conflate
I have the winning brand and proper package to balance the Libra Scale weight and wait
To those dismissive urchins of passive standards it is finally time to consider and deliver on that luscious date

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Snatch Duster
Feb 20, 2007

by FactsAreUseless
i'm sorry to hear about your condition op

Captain Yossarian
Feb 24, 2011

All new" Rings of Fire"

Snatch Duster posted:

i'm sorry to hear about your condition op

Nooner
Mar 26, 2011

AN A+ OPSTER (:

Snatch Duster posted:

i'm sorry to hear about your condition op

Dreddout
Oct 1, 2015

You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you.

Snatch Duster posted:

i'm sorry to hear about your condition op

Pimpcasso
Mar 13, 2002

VOLS BITCH

Snatch Duster posted:

i'm sorry to hear about your condition op

CaptainSarcastic
Jul 6, 2013



Snatch Duster posted:

i'm sorry to hear about your condition op

Nathilus
Apr 4, 2002

I alone can see through the media bias.

I'm also stupid on a scale that can only be measured in Reddits.
checked the op for rhythm and its legit. Could easily be rapped to.

504
Feb 2, 2016

by R. Guyovich
This would be better if he was a boi and she was a girl.

But that might be too obvious.

Mozi
Apr 4, 2004

Forms change so fast
Time is moving past
Memory is smoke
Gonna get wider when I die
Nap Ghost
i'm seeing a lot of rhymes in there so it's a good poem as far as i can judge

Invisible Handjob
Apr 7, 2002

by FactsAreUseless
i like poems that are short

Kirk Vikernes
Apr 26, 2004

Count Goatnackh

Did you copy that from a mid-2000s spam email? tia

cnut
May 3, 2016

ColoradoCleric posted:

The Chavish of Many Birds

Palimpset prowling on the husk of beleaguered Rome
Aflame from Nero’s tenuous but tenable throne
Swiftly spoken with a singed hourglass and whispered sand
Crafty spacecraft are majestic more than 100 grand

Morpheus enlists the denuded Agent Smith
To swarm the battalions of celebrities that possess and trip
Upon the threaded needle of threadbare convention of betokened appreciation
Every rapport and every fleet dives beneath plumbable detection
(Top Secret)
So neutered brain damage became a rummaged adage
That too many whack-a-moles are sutured beyond the crisp package
Whet the craven set and propagate waves of earthquakes that strut
The mother of nature is orgasmic when profligate danger is a defamed slut
So in amphigory and honesty I have become the omphalos of celebrity
I arm myself with brandished personage and speak openly with great integrity
But to brag of how much witchcraft and wizardry exists in this green village
Is to invite a locust swarm of bad mascots and misnomers readily pillaged
So warm with the dawning sun, writhe with the diurnal pun
Cloister the Kloosters and Clooneys with dreaded Harry Dunne
But to relapse into the purview of insanity seems beyond the most lame duck profanity
Because reality conflated with virtual presence is a tantamount inanity
I emerge strong and gilded with every fluttered birds chavish splurge
As magnates that magnetize wealth and glitz are present and observed
But yet they are disbelieved by the concealment of truth and the obfuscation of beleaguered doubt
Swank and squalor rarely combine but when they do they obliviate all winning streaks in a route
A route that spans the gamut between stimulants and stimulations
A career path that looks upward at gainsay and gained elations
The sprawl of profiteers like me will be requited with the passage of years
The forced segregation is the totality of malfeasance and the sum of none of any fears
Only the rebarbative consequence of the giant tortoise and its Vuvuzela cheers
In a degraded state of annoyance that ESP conquers doubt with bionic ears
Lisp on the curb, wretched on the stomp, racism is nothing but masqueraded insecurity poised as self-doubt
Debited to each creation on a variegated piebald wrinkle on an extended litany of lies
Crips and Bloods become Croods and Oilers that are so U.N.-refined as an expedient for wise demise
To scourge the requisite harm of religions endangered by a patchwork of State Farm
To rinse the sour sins of aboriginal boomerangs that switch a bit patchy but always charm
To the knowledge of good and evil we have found again a permissible fruit in an opportune time
That erasure of the reverse course of sin to righteousness finds sublime
But Judah and Israel rebelled on principles and principals
Idolatry in schools is expulsion of nothing other than the voguish dismissible
We recrudesce in this time to an aborning erratum on a parchment of time
That claims hypocrisy in its stodgy restriction of suburban muses crooning originality on wine
Serendipity floods the proud with the avarice of bricolage clamor excessively loud
It extorts the simpleton to belief without understanding or disbelief without doubt
Return to the Jedi of the nomadic tribe of weathered clout
Clippers that sail and sprint through time where stragglers pout
For in every endeavor of this corporate oligarchy our choices are constrained
Our voices are transmuted into simplicities that own our narratives of a raillery train
And every squeal of rustbelt friction is voiced on simplistic fiction
And every majesty is unheard because of the pollution of abrasive friction
So I speak with the scourge of fish and the novelty of clones
I teach and desist sometimes because my eyes were never affixed to any throne
But I am reminded that a rap sheet is Wrigley and Chicago is Piccadilly
Your guess is as good as mine about where a Grand Elect Knight begins really
So to the insurrection of idolatry of a scarred past we have a supplanted Friday blacker that smut and smog until we need gas masks
Such a salesmanship is required to penetrate the desired, even when Iron Man and I are simultaneously wired
On the Iron in the Front Seat that derelicts the panache of the proud intellect because of languor fired
Women titillate themselves on the jeers of hollowed husks of conformity
They intrude with persnickety restive restriction because of arrogated authority
Such a negative bear must mean a positive bull, but poo poo is easy and blips are cool
That RADAR’s WHIP detection scrawls a deadened earth deracinated from considerations of thinness and girth
The Dickens of Charlie Brown is worth more than just a single smirk
So to those women that skimp on my exultant smile and my delicate words
Lady Gaga has written too many songs about your personal rejection which is patently absurd
Rays of thespian cordiality winnow the borderline between flicks and literary finds
Directors and directives sort an assortment of philosophies in the alcoves to which many are blind
But if to hear the chatter of a fresh tomato never spattered
Pallor and weight, thickness and cheddar grate, inconsequential when you are elite and of a winning fate
So finally ditch your zany attempt to maroon me as a victim of puritanism’s puny ideals easiest to conflate
I have the winning brand and proper package to balance the Libra Scale weight and wait
To those dismissive urchins of passive standards it is finally time to consider and deliver on that luscious date

Don't sign your posts.

Skeleton Ape
Dec 21, 2008



So which nerdcore rapper are you friends with OP

JimsonTheBetrayer
Oct 13, 2010

Game's over, and fuck you Jimson. It's not my fault that you guys couldn't get your shit together by deadline. No one gets access to docs because I don't fucking care anymore, I hope you all enjoyed ruining my game, and there won't be another.

Snatch Duster posted:

i'm sorry to hear about your condition op

White Phosphorus
Sep 12, 2000

Go resurrect that "Let's write Bob Dylan songs" thread.

Uncle Enzo
Apr 28, 2008

I always wanted to be a Wizard

Mozi posted:

i'm seeing a lot of rhymes in there so it's a good poem as far as i can judge

Yeah I don't get it, doesn't mean it's bad

I mean it seems bad and seems to use fancy words for no reason at all and it's message is pretty opaque, the number of syllables per line is inconsistent (which they don't seem to have been going for, tbf)


It's not like my poetry is any better, but then you don't have to be able to do better in order to criticize

polysynth
Dec 12, 2006

rock out
Tihs reminds me of Hamilton op. Dope

ElectricSheep
Jan 14, 2006

she had tiny Italian boobs.
Well that's my story.
let's not lose sight of that first post burn on op

Snatch Duster posted:

i'm sorry to hear about your condition op

bag em and tag em
Nov 4, 2008
"Your friend's" poem sure is long. "That person who isn't you at all" totally put a lot of time into that I can tell. "The other individual who is the author and not the OP" should probably not seek a career in poetry IMO but hey, art is subjective so maybe "Your Friend" has something to show the world after all.

Invisible Handjob
Apr 7, 2002

by FactsAreUseless

ElectricSheep posted:

let's not lose sight of that first post burn on op

every reply after that one has been more or less a rehashing of it

Chinatown
Sep 11, 2001

by Fluffdaddy
Fun Shoe

Snatch Duster posted:

i'm sorry to hear about your condition op

gimme the GOD DAMN candy
Jul 1, 2007
most of those lines don't seem to mean anything. it was either written by a teenager or a chatbot.

gimme the GOD DAMN candy
Jul 1, 2007
regardless, the author isn't very good at pretending to be human.

Worldshatter
May 7, 2015

:kazooieass:PEPSI for TV-GAME:kazooieass:



I feel like he wrote the poem and then combed through every word with a thesaurus in order to further obfuscate the already unclear meaning

Overall 6/10

Seizure Meat
Jul 23, 2008

by Smythe

Snatch Duster posted:

i'm sorry to hear about your condition op

Moridin920
Nov 15, 2007

by FactsAreUseless
beware the jabberwock my son

scuba school sucks
Aug 30, 2012

The brilliance of my posting illuminates the forums like a jar of shining gold when all around is dark
(writing poetry for a friend)

firebeats
May 8, 2016

Snatch Duster posted:

i'm sorry to hear about your condition op

JiveHonky
May 12, 2001

by zen death robot
Grimey Drawer
Baby Wants to gently caress (by jivehonky)

Pam Pam Pam

Man Ham Pam

Plan Man Ham Pam

Pam Pam Pam

Man Ham Pam

Plan Ban Cam Pam

Sam I Am

Cram (it)

Moridin920
Nov 15, 2007

by FactsAreUseless
u prolly shouldn't gently caress babies jivehonkey

JiveHonky
May 12, 2001

by zen death robot
Grimey Drawer

Moridin920 posted:

u prolly shouldn't gently caress babies jivehonkey

oh im sorry is my poetry making u uncomfortable, its it too "in your face"



heh.

Sweaty IT Nerd
Jul 13, 2007

Your "friend" misspelled palimpsest.

Iron Prince
Aug 28, 2005
Buglord

Snatch Duster posted:

i'm sorry to hear about your condition op

Ibogaine
Aug 11, 2015
tl;dr, but

Snatch Duster posted:

i'm sorry to hear about your condition op

ClamdestineBoyster
Aug 15, 2015
Probation
Can't post for 10 years!
The only word that rhymes with orange,
Is "whore-ange".

*drops mic* :boehner:

Lord Frankenstyle
Dec 3, 2005

Mmmm,
You smell like Lysol Wipes.
Cap'n Dan has a new gimmick.

ClamdestineBoyster
Aug 15, 2015
Probation
Can't post for 10 years!

JiveHonky posted:

Baby Wants to gently caress (by jivehonky)

Pam Pam Pam

Man Ham Pam

Plan Man Ham Pam

Pam Pam Pam

Man Ham Pam

Plan Ban Cam Pam

Sam I Am

Cram (it)



:gas:

Doredrin
Sep 5, 2016

by zen death robot
Sounds like schizophrenia rather than autism.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Word_salad

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BIG PUFFY NIPS
Mar 7, 2007

College Slice
definitely some talent there but its way too long and wordy which detracts from any power or message keep working with that in mind op

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