Tilt Poem

[TylerD]

Don't listen to him Clayton, Diablo's just jealous of your superior poetry.

[Ray Zee]

i have been worried about you my friend. after this thread i suggest you seek help right away. if you doubt me ask the j.a. sucker to review this.

[Ulysses]

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i have been worried about you my friend. after this thread i suggest you seek help right away. if you doubt me ask the j.a. sucker to review this.

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Sorry, Ray. I will write a poem about you soon.

[J.A.Sucker]

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i have been worried about you my friend. after this thread i suggest you seek help right away. if you doubt me ask the j.a. sucker to review this.

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Indeed he is a sick man. I think he's been ingesting too much colbalt blue paint from his paper maiche mask. Everyone knows that he should be writing limericks or possibly haiku.

While your observation is apt, the most important point you make is that I am now " the j.a.sucker." This isn't quite as good as being "The Mason," but pretty sweet, nonetheless.

[nolanfan34]

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here is a poem i wrote called bruiser.

[censored] [censored] [censored] [censored]
[censored] [censored] [censored]
YOU STUPID [censored] [censored]
[censored] [censored] [censored]

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This might be your best work yet.

[Ulysses]

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here is a poem i wrote called bruiser.

[censored] [censored] [censored] [censored]
[censored] [censored] [censored]
YOU STUPID [censored] [censored]
[censored] [censored] [censored]

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This might be your best work yet.

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I wrote this right after a guy bet $1200 on the turn, I raised to about $4000 allin, and bruiser typed in to chat "HE IS ANGRY!!!"

Edited to add:

F F F F
F F F
YOU STUPID F C
F F F

FYI, that is the poem.

[Arsene Lupin III]

There once was a man named don everest
who felt as if he were the cleverest.
He cheated at cards,
and murdered floormen.
What an [censored].

[Arsene Lupin III]

We battle from opposite peaks.
O'ertop the felt savannah, the matador seeks revenge,
his shady antics matched only by his antiquated shades.

Fingers twitch, they scratch an itch.
Signs from his accomplices, has he made me his bitch?
His scratchy voice dismembers what his icy glare has frozen dead.

I flatcall the on the end when my umpteen-outer hits.
The Matador glibly warns, "Kid, I think it's time that you quit."
His flush is higher, of course; it always is.

While tending to my wounds, the pain grows deep,
but the last laugh will be mine, great rewards I have reaped.
He's still asleep to the fact that I'm [censored] his daughter.

[Ray Zee]

there once was a man called diablo
who ate and drank so much he got fatter than the tug pablo
all he could do was burp and slurp
eat everything on the high seas
and no longer became ulyesses.

then came a man named zee
a quite personable one with glee
gave El some good advice
which i know was just to entice
to make him look like one instead of three

[RiverTheNuts]

OH [censored] EL! You just got served! Now its on!... Oh lord its on!