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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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# ? Apr 27, 2024 14:23 |
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i'm sorry to hear about your condition op
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# ? Nov 29, 2016 22:26 |
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Snatch Duster posted:i'm sorry to hear about your condition op
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# ? Nov 29, 2016 22:27 |
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Snatch Duster posted:i'm sorry to hear about your condition op
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# ? Nov 29, 2016 22:28 |
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Snatch Duster posted:i'm sorry to hear about your condition op
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# ? Nov 29, 2016 22:29 |
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Snatch Duster posted:i'm sorry to hear about your condition op
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# ? Nov 29, 2016 22:31 |
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Snatch Duster posted:i'm sorry to hear about your condition op
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# ? Nov 29, 2016 22:31 |
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checked the op for rhythm and its legit. Could easily be rapped to.
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# ? Nov 29, 2016 22:32 |
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This would be better if he was a boi and she was a girl. But that might be too obvious.
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# ? Nov 29, 2016 22:32 |
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i'm seeing a lot of rhymes in there so it's a good poem as far as i can judge
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# ? Nov 29, 2016 22:32 |
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i like poems that are short
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# ? Nov 29, 2016 22:34 |
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Did you copy that from a mid-2000s spam email? tia
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# ? Nov 29, 2016 22:35 |
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ColoradoCleric posted:The Chavish of Many Birds Don't sign your posts.
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# ? Nov 29, 2016 22:35 |
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So which nerdcore rapper are you friends with OP
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# ? Nov 29, 2016 22:37 |
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Snatch Duster posted:i'm sorry to hear about your condition op
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# ? Nov 29, 2016 22:38 |
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Go resurrect that "Let's write Bob Dylan songs" thread.
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# ? Nov 29, 2016 22:43 |
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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
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# ? Nov 29, 2016 22:47 |
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Tihs reminds me of Hamilton op. Dope
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# ? Nov 29, 2016 22:48 |
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let's not lose sight of that first post burn on opSnatch Duster posted:i'm sorry to hear about your condition op
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# ? Nov 29, 2016 22:50 |
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"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.
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# ? Nov 29, 2016 23:10 |
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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
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# ? Nov 29, 2016 23:11 |
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Snatch Duster posted:i'm sorry to hear about your condition op
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# ? Nov 29, 2016 23:11 |
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most of those lines don't seem to mean anything. it was either written by a teenager or a chatbot.
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# ? Nov 29, 2016 23:13 |
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regardless, the author isn't very good at pretending to be human.
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# ? Nov 29, 2016 23:13 |
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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
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# ? Nov 29, 2016 23:23 |
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Snatch Duster posted:i'm sorry to hear about your condition op
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# ? Nov 29, 2016 23:27 |
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beware the jabberwock my son
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# ? Nov 29, 2016 23:47 |
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(writing poetry for a friend)
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Snatch Duster posted:i'm sorry to hear about your condition op
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# ? Nov 29, 2016 23:58 |
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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)
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# ? Nov 30, 2016 00:00 |
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u prolly shouldn't gently caress babies jivehonkey
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# ? Nov 30, 2016 00:02 |
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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.
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# ? Nov 30, 2016 00:03 |
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Your "friend" misspelled palimpsest.
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# ? Nov 30, 2016 00:07 |
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Snatch Duster posted:i'm sorry to hear about your condition op
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# ? Nov 30, 2016 00:07 |
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tl;dr, butSnatch Duster posted:i'm sorry to hear about your condition op
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# ? Nov 30, 2016 00:21 |
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The only word that rhymes with orange, Is "whore-ange". *drops mic*
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# ? Nov 30, 2016 00:24 |
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Cap'n Dan has a new gimmick.
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# ? Nov 30, 2016 00:26 |
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JiveHonky posted:Baby Wants to gently caress (by jivehonky)
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# ? Nov 30, 2016 00:27 |
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Sounds like schizophrenia rather than autism. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Word_salad
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# ? Nov 30, 2016 00:31 |
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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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