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Poetry Section
OP - November 23, 2009, 09:40 PM

Hi all,

How about poetry section in here.

Perhaps those bugging poets out there can write about their loss of faith in some poetic way for the rest of us? :-)

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Re: Poetry Section
Reply #1 - November 24, 2009, 01:27 AM

O believer,
How i envy you.
When I didn't know,
I knew.

I chose to get circumcised at 17, don't tell me I never believed.
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Re: Poetry Section
Reply #2 - November 24, 2009, 03:54 AM

My Balls

In the winter they are hairy
In the summer, shaven and airy

My Balls

One hangs lower than the other
If you don't believe me, just ask your mother

My Balls

When my cock stands tall my balls are taut
But when my cock lowers they are not
Like an old man they're saggy and wrinkly
And so famous they were interviewed by David Brinkley

My Balls

They bring to women much brightness
They bring mankind to righteousness

My Balls

fuck you
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Re: Poetry Section
Reply #3 - November 24, 2009, 04:16 AM

Now that's a classic, Q-Man. The rhyme, the meter, the literary structure, the flow, bravo. Seriously.

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Re: Poetry Section
Reply #4 - November 24, 2009, 09:02 AM

Quote from: allat on November 24, 2009, 04:16 AM
Now that's a classic, Q-Man. The rhyme, the meter, the literary structure, the flow, bravo. Seriously.

I also think he has met the Qur'an challenge

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Re: Poetry Section
Reply #5 - November 24, 2009, 08:50 PM

When I grew up I was BLACK,
When I'm sick I'm BLACK,
When I go in the sun I'm BLACK,
When I'm cold I'm BLACK,
When I die I'll be BLACK.

But you sir.

When you are born you're PINK
When you grow up you're WHITE,
When you're sick, you're GREEN,
When you go in the sun you turn RED,
When you're cold you turn BLUE,
And when you die you turn PURPLE.

And you have the nerve to call me colored?

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