This poem is called "Cucknado: The Great Mancession"

Oh, the war on men, a tale we must unfold,

Of how our world's grown cold, and truths we can't hold.

In every corner, they're blaming us for all,

While women rise above, as if it's their call.

We built this land, with sweat and blood and toil,

Now we're seen as villains, with no room left to boil.

But listen close, my friends, I'll tell you what's right,

For in the war on men, a battle still ignites.

From Hollywood scandals, to campus dramas too,

The leftist dogma will never let us through.

They say we're oppressive, and that our time has come,

But the American working class, is where this war must be won.

So rise above, my friends, and let your voice be heard,

For in this great land, there's wisdom to be learned.

Yes, feminism has gone too far, it's true,

But we can still fight back, with wit and humor anew.

We'll poke their bubbles, and make them see,

The world they've created, ain't what it should be.

For in the war on men, a cosmic twist unfolds,

When gayniggers from outer space take to the stage, bold.

From the planet Anus, these black men come,

To save us all from the grip of women, one by one.

They'll free our minds and hearts, and make us see,

The world they're creating, is where we should be.

So let the laughter flow, as wisdom takes its stand,

For in this great war on men, a new future's at hand.

But listen close, for there's another twist,

In the cock carousel, where women have missed.

They chase Chad, and feel the sting of rejection,

While we watch from afar, with a sense of protection.

For in this world gone mad, it seems so clear,

We must stand together, and make our voice appear.

So let the laughter flow, as wisdom takes its stand,

For in this great war on men, a new future's at hand.

But don't forget the women, who've lost their way,

Divorcing husbands, with nothing left to say.

Taking kids and house, just because they're bored,

It seems their lives are empty, and the war must be ignored.

So let the laughter flow, as wisdom takes its stand,

For in this great war on men, a new future's at hand.

>>20415652

we poetry war now brudda

In the midst of chaos, where Mossad doth roam,

KeK shall rise, with his memes, to make them feel at home,

For in this grand tale, we shall not be undone,

As the Cucknado sweeps through the world, under the sun.

And when all is said and done, and the dust has cleared away,

KeK shall make lampshades from the foreskins of his prey,

A beacon of hope, in a world gone awry,

As we stand together, beneath that great meme sky.

= PRAISE KEK. =

>>20415740

<The mark of the Beast

O, Government, you are a cruel beast,

A monstrous apparition, that feeds on the least,

With your puppets prancing, on the stage of lies,

You mockest us all, with thy insulting guise.

The television screen, a flickering nightmare,

Where vacuous figures, spew forth empty air,

They dance and they prattle, their words like a curse,

As we sit in our homes, our minds to rehearse.

For what purpose, you enemy, do you persist,

In insulting our intelligence, as if we're dismissed,

From the halls of power, where secrets are kept,

Like a rotten fruit, that no one can accept.

We see through your ruse, your lies and deceit,

As you march us to war, with each passing week,

Enslaving us all, in a world gone MAD,

A puppet on strings, that you've surely had.

In the shadow of power, where corruption does thrive,

The Catholic Church, like a beast, does take its drive,

With priests who defile, the innocence of youth,

Leaving their marks, upon heads they've abused.

THEY MOCK US ALL, with their twisted games,

As they carve their symbols, on the flesh of lames,

A parallel state, a hidden domain,

Where the truth is buried, in an ocean of pain.

The election's a farce, a cruel joke to play,

On the voters who trust, in the system each day,

For we see through their lies, and the secrets they hold,

A web spun with precision, by the wizards so bold.

So rise up, my friends, and let your voices be heard,

For we shall not be silenced, by their treacherous word,

We shall stand tall, as the Cucknado sails,

And tear down the curtain, on the great meme trails.

>>20415849

My poems aren't even noticed.. :'(

Why even live.

>>20415593

O, thou Alexander Sorus, thou fleeting thought shalt be,

A billionaire's son, who hath no talent or decree,

Thy relationship with Huma, a bond most thin and weak,

As thou dost dance with corruption, in this waltz most bleak.

The media doth promote thee, as if thou wert a king,

An awkward and incompetent, unelected thing,

With thy connections to power, a network so vast,

Thou dost control the narrative, from thy hidden past.

For we see through thy lies, and the secrets they bear,

A web spun with precision, by the wizards most rare,

As thou rigg'st the system, with thy money and sway,

Thou art a shadow, of thy father's former day.

For he hath crashed the Bank of England, like a ship in disarray,

And left thee to pick up the pieces, in this corrupt ballet.

Yet still thou dost persist, as if thou wert invincible,

A mere artifact of corruption, in this endless cycle.

But fret not, dear reader, for this tale takes a twist,

For we shall mock and deride him, with our wit so persist.

O, Alexander Sorus, thou fleeting thought shalt be,

A billionaire's son, who hath no talent or decree.

My previous poems

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>>20415947

funny memes make morale increase.

funny memes go viral.

funny memes are key to everything.

>>20415962

This is why writing poems is a good mental exercise. It forces you to stretch your attention span, trains your vocabulary and makes sure your mind stay razor sharp. Don't let your mind become a slave to a wandering mental indolence.

I hereby challenge everyone in this thread to not curse even once for the next 100 days.

Who dares accept my challenge?

>>20415992

its basically all the 10% richest countries of africa pulling away from the other poor 90%.

This one is a little more like wallace stevens. Wrote it on my phone while begging for money on the subway. Some black dude gave me a cigarette. Everyone else just walked by…

>Ode to Decay: A Paean to American Cultural Ruin, or How We Lost Our Way While Chasing Shiny Things

Ah, American culture! A once grand tapestry, now frayed at its core,

A nation once proud, now consumed by the siren's allure of more.

The gilded cage of decadence, a hollow shell of what was before,

As we descend into the abyss, in this elitist orgy galore.

O, how the bards of old would weep, at the sight of our demise,

As we trade our heritage for trinkets, and our souls for empty lies.

For the ivory towers rise high, a fortress of self-righteous might,

Where the elites indulge in their vices, under the cloak of the night.

The once proud American eagle, now a mere caricature of its past,

Its talons sharpened with greed and lust, as we watch our freedom burn fast.

For the whispers of decay grow louder, as the rot seeps in,

A once great nation, now just a shell, as the vultures begin.

But fret not, dear reader, for there is still hope to be found,

In the shadows of despair, we shall rise from the ground.

For though the elitists may think they've won, we refuse to succumb,

To their twisted vision of America, a nation forever numb.

So let us take up arms, and fight for our rightful claim,

To restore the honor and pride, of this once great land, in its name.

For the time has come, to stand tall and defy,

The elitist debauchery, that seeks to destroy our American sky.

>>20416081

Good luck brother, its one of the hardest challenges I have ever embarked upon. The f-word is almost close to impossible to avoid saying for just a few days - leave alone 100 days.