Hey robots

Hey robots.

Give me any subject and i'll write a poem about it.

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how cool war crimes are

the secks

Guns and cocaine

I gather up my sarin gas,
Greet prisoner with cleaver,
As I violate convention:
The convention of Geneva,

I love war crimes, they're efficient
Ever present in my plan
Keep me winning, keep me grinning,
Keep me feeling like a man

The ICJ are losers and the UN is a joke
None can stop my crimes,
Oh so sublime
And wonderfully bespoke.

silently screaming to yourself that you don't love and/or like that girl you dream of building a household with

There was glee and celebration
As he did the penetration
It was happening at last
Virgin days all in the past

They were having sex together
Doing it with regions nether
Dick plunged into the vagina
Could there be a feeling finer?

What a new form of connection
Through the vag and through erection
What a lovely glint in eye
And what a beautiful complexion.

What a good time had by all
Clit and mouth, and cock and ball
Sweaty bods and hickeyed necks
What a very lovely secks

>you wield the deadly sarin gas
>Chad gives it to her in the ass

How about bestiality with horses?

I did a bump a measly lump,
To start me on my day,
My powdered friend,
My mean and end
That gets me on my way.

Again a snort. A lovely thought
Occurs of something fun.
What if I shot something?
Straight up shot it with a gun?

A gun sounds nice, A good surprise
To keep me on my feet
Try something new a day they say!
And you'll stay feeling sweet.

And so I bought a pistol,
And I held it in my hand
I pulled along the trigger
But it didn't go as planned.

For in my coked up foolishness
When I began to pull it
I realised I'd ran out of cash
And hadn't bought a bullet.

>On the battlefield you've kept your honor
>Chad massacres kids as she tastes his weiner

death. pain. hate. rage.

>you dream about your 2d waifu
>she takes not just one Chad but two

Hey I remember you poem user

>To Jow Forums you post your lines and Glock
>she chokes on Chad's eternal cock

Why MOBAs are bottom tier video games.
playing SMITE makes me want to fucking off myself desu

the random board

write a poem about the smell of a girls fart

Write a poem about iambic pentameter, because I don't understand it.

>you deny infatuation with the girl you find perfect
>Chad wastes no time getting her totally slicked

i second (originally)

>you shovel horse shit at your ranch job all day
>Farm Chad and his stallion do it in the hay

tiger being forced back into the cage

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A little house with picket fence
Two kids a dog, a tyre swing
A life of peace, devoid of strife
And with me there my perfect wife

My ideal gal, my one true love
So perfect it's almost surreal.
The one I should hold naught above,
The one for which I nothing feel

When faced against my dreams made flesh
My heart is stone, I only bore.
I have all that I want to have.
And nonetheless want something more.

No happeniness no joy at all
No pleasure in my dream come true
I feel disgrace at her embrace
Instead of love, just platitudes.

Oh why oh why oh why oh why
Oh why WHY CAN'T I LOVE HER WHY
Oh FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK
FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK I WANT TO DIE

Do one about r9k pls

the holocaust is a lie, the 6 million and 'gas chambers' is commie/jew propaganda.

The Chad single rhyming couplet vs The Virgin longer poem

"How about that horse?" he said
"If you feel out of luck
Why not take my lovely mare
And give the gal a fuck"

"What the actual fuck?" I said
"Why would I fuck a horse?
You're off your fucking kilter.
You're right off the fucking course"

"If fucking courses seeking
Than my mare there is no better
Teacher in the arts of fucking
And no teacher fucking wetter"

"Oh I think not! What the fuck my dude!
I'm not that kind of guy.
Yes, I may be a pervert BUT
That ain't a reason why

I'd break through the last taboo
Yes I'll never ever pucker
My lips up against a pony
And be known as a horsefucker!

This is vile and I shan't do it!
This is one game I wont play!
I'm quite happy fucking badgers
And so i'll be on my way."

he got the it (i don't fear "chad" however, i have promised to not even talk to her, if whoever her chad will be makes her happier than i would (wich let's be honnest is allmoast certainly the case))
you missed what i was going at and i'm happy for you that you didn't recognise this feeling (knowing her it wouldn't take longer than a month to healthily split off)

allegedly gassing jews

a guy and his kid go for a walk in a park and discover a disgustingly dirty obese robot soaking in the mud and mumbling incoherently

Death and pain and rage and hate
These are things that don't abate
Swaying round my thoughts like gnats
On my coat and on my tats

I'm an edgy sort of dude
One with quite an attitude
For life is pain and death is sure
And after that is nothing more

Anger is my daily norm
Fury in the human form
For pain is love and love is pain
And misery is back again

Rage and anger are my way
The path on which I live
And everconstant pain I feel
As further pain I give.

(OP)
How about a poem about the life of user

Hi!

Once there was a Warcraft mod
It vaguely was ok
I played it once and sucked at it
And then called it a day.

But much to my surprise
Many players congregated
And played this mod until
A whole "genre" was created.

But MOBA's AREN'T a genre!
They are just clones of a game.
Three lane format, knock down towers
It's just all the bloody same.

How on earth is this a "genre?"
Why's the industry so shit?
As to clone and clone a single game
I don't like it a bit.

>you're a total emo loser
>she goes you Chad's house and he screws her

this holy and uncursed image

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>you worship electronic distractions
>on Chad she performs wild gyrations

Jej
10/10

>you browse the /b/
>she drinks Chad's pee

>holy
>he got the satanic trips
Stop lewding the keion girls satan reeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

>your flatulence is deemed a sin
>her farts all smell like Chad's semen

the wut?

Some say iambic p. sounds like a train
With rhythm chuga chuga chuga choo
And though it might sound simple, crude and plain
I think that nonetheless it does bear true.
Ten syllables arranged in such a way,
Do evoke that locomotive feeling.
To rhyme like so can feel like childsplay,
Yet the format still can be appealing.
I hope iambic you now understand,
And can rely on in your daily life,
It's nothing too complex or underhand,
And nothing that should cause you too much strife.
For it's a fun and lovely way to write
One that almost never fails delight

>the animals nearly kill you while you wageslave at the zoo
>Chad gets bored of PIV and uses her mouth as a loo

>socially retarded boys orbit a YouTube roastie
>Buried in the femanon, Chad's wang is warm and toasty

>"He did nothing wrong!" you mutter as Antifa shuffles by
>Chad spills his perfect Aryan genes across her well-toned thighs

>You spend hours doing math and decide 6mil was impossible
>She derobes in a half-second as Chad makes her his crucible

>you give a prompt that quite clearly describes your life precisely
>she moans as Chad stimulates her labia quite nicely

>you browse all day on forums, your identity concealed
>upon her brow Chad's semen makes her preference quite revealed

I wrote something for this but ended up losing it cos I messed up captcha and I can't be bothered to rewrite it.

Actually further to that I'm quite tired so I think i'll call it a day. Thanks for all the topic suggestions.

great OC, thanks user

ur brety gud