Poetry About the 3 Tiers of Men

[thecel]

Sub5s: Cold-approach in a shopping mall; expect the local police to receive a shocking call.

Normies: If you’re tall, for you the women will fall; as long as your dick ain’t small.

Chads: Pin a thot to a classroom wall; fuck a bitch in a bathroom stall.

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Sub5s: Your dick gets mogged by a cob of corn; that’s something tragic you ought to mourn.

Normies: She shouted at him louder than a freight train’s horn, “No sex until the baby is born.” But the baby isn’t even his; he could’ve sworn.

Chads: Stilettos sharper than a rose’s thorn, and no clothes is what the woman had worn. Ripped off her tits, her bra was torn. Chad fucked her like they were in porn.

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Sub5s: He tried to jestermax by doing a sick trick. In gym class, he was always the last pick.

Normies: He gymcels and NoFaps and does MMA. Thinks he’s John Wick or some shit as if his muh punch and kick can help him slay. But he’s natty, so after 5 years of lifting, he’s still built like a stick, okay. No amount of wit can make him mog Brad Pitt, no way.

Chads: The chick: White and thicc. Her pussy: tight and slick. His appeal: height and dick. He gave her pussy a slight lick.

 

[5.5psl]

When were you diagnosed?

 

[thecel]

bump

 

[spark]

When were you diagnosed?

2nd grade tops

 

[thecel]

Chads: The chick: White and thicc. Her pussy: tight and slick. His appeal: height and dick. He gave her pussy a slight lick.

FUCK! I forgot to use “quick”. I should’ve added “His tongue went light and quick.”

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UPDATE:Revised Version

The chick: White and thicc.
Her pussy: tight and slick.

His appeal: height and dick.
His cock: right-bend stick.

He gave her pussy a slight end lick. His trick was to go light and quick.

Something to not do: fight when sick.

 

[thecel]

When were you diagnosed?

The solution to my sad woes isn’t muh di-ag-nose. It’s to slay dark tri-ad hoes.

 

[thecel]

2nd grade tops

To fuck women, you need: confidence, dominance, and supraorbital prominence.

If you get fucked by men, you get: fecal incontinence.

 

[thecel]

To fuck women, you need: confidence, dominance, and supraorbital prominence.

If you get fucked by men, you get: fecal incontinence.

bump @Bvnny.

 

[ElBastardo]

I always thought that this forum needed more poetry. For that, I shall bump this thread.

 

[thecel]

I always thought that this forum needed more poetry. For that, I shall bump this thread.

rate my newest poem

Imagine telling OP to lose weight. Even though OP cannot get a date. Because of his genes, OP will never mate. Such a sad existence state.

 

[Deleted member 25938]

Makes me happy that there's some creative talent on this forum

 

[thecel]

Makes me happy that there's some creative talent on this forum

Your username is Ellipsis. Having sex is none of your business. You will remain forever kissless. There’s no way you’ll ever fix this.

 

[Deleted member 25938]

Your username is Ellipsis. Having sex is none of your business. You will remain forever kissless. There’s no way you’ll ever fix this.

Yo what up, the name is thecel,
If you illiterate niggas couldn't already tell.
I walk, mope, an' smooch around various motels,
Realizing my taint gives off an insufferably rancid smell.
But worry not,
For with my blackpill wisdom I walk around like a sacred vessel:
The once-holy tabernacle from which divinity fell
And descended into purgatory, morphing into hell.

 

[ElBastardo]

I'm loving this thread even more. Keep the poetry comming boys!

 

[Deleted member 24221]

beautiful

 

[Deleted member 25938]

I'm loving this thread even more. Keep the poetry comming boys!

A short tale of a man named ElBastardo,
Told in the midst of his cooking of a grand asado.
Meat and offal, two onions and an avocado,
Tossing and turning like a true grilling aficionado.
But let's hope the food actually tastes good though...

...Or else it would've just been an exhibit of bravado.

 

[ElBastardo]

A short tale of a man named ElBastardo,
Told in the midst of his cooking of a grand asado.
Meat and offal, two onions and an avocado,
Tossing and turning like a true grilling aficionado.
But let's hope the food actually tastes good though...

...Or else it would've just been an exhibit of bravado.

Bravo!! Well done, sir.

 

[thecel]

Bravo!! Well done, sir.

I am lit.
You are shit.
You’ll never touch a tit.
Just quit.

 

[Deleted member 25938]

Bravo!! Well done, sir.

Thank you bhai.
My self-esteem's now very high.
So touching, your words. I might cry.

 

[thecel]

Thank you bhai.
My self-esteem's now very high.
So touching, your words. I might cry.

I’ll still be a virgin when I die.

 

[Bvnny.]

Yo what up, the name is thecel,
If you illiterate niggas couldn't already tell.
I walk, mope, an' smooch around various motels,
Realizing my taint gives off an insufferably rancid smell.
But worry not,
For with my blackpill wisdom I walk around like a sacred vessel:
The once-holy tabernacle from which divinity fell
And descended into purgatory, morphing into hell.

Me trynna rap that with broken brazilian english

 

[Deleted member 25938]

Me trynna rap that with broken brazilian english

Mirin the line spitting.

 

[Deleted member 25938]

I’ll still be a virgin when I die.

Let's just hope that in heaven, your unmolested angel wings will still fly.

 

[Bvnny.]

Mirin the line spitting.

I realized mid-vocaroo that I pronounced "smooch" wrong, but I kept going because it sounded like I was speaking bars (not like that's any different from the thinking process of actual rappers)

 

[Deleted member 25938]

I realized mid-vocaroo that I pronounced "smooch" wrong, but I kept going because it sounded like I was speaking bars (not like that's any different from the thinking process of actual rappers)

Yeah, if you mess up you just gotta keep going. One defining aspect of Black American music, be it jazz or rap, is improvisation. A wrong note or a wrong word is only wrong if you make it so. Repetition legitimizes. Folk tales and songs were passed down orally, so the concept of notation was null. Besides, if they were enslaved for all those years, then what good would the cages of rigid sheets serve as a metaphor for their struggle?

 

[Deleted member 23218]

Sub5s: Cold-approach in a shopping mall; expect the local police to receive a shocking call.

Normies: If you’re tall, for you the women will fall; as long as your dick ain’t small.

Chads: Pin a thot to a classroom wall; fuck a bitch in a bathroom stall.

---

Sub5s: Your dick gets mogged by a cob of corn; that’s something tragic you ought to mourn.

Normies: She shouted at him louder than a freight train’s horn, “No sex until the baby is born.” But the baby isn’t even his; he could’ve sworn.

Chads: Stilettos sharper than a rose’s thorn, and no clothes is what the woman had worn. Ripped off her tits, her bra was torn. Chad fucked her like they were in porn.

---

Sub5s: He tried to jestermax by doing a sick trick. In gym class, he was always the last pick.

Normies: He gymcels and NoFaps and does MMA. Thinks he’s John Wick or some shit as if his muh punch and kick can help him slay. But he’s natty, so after 5 years of lifting, he’s still built like a stick, okay. No amount of wit can make him mog Brad Pitt, no way.

Chads: The chick: White and thicc. Her pussy: tight and slick. His appeal: height and dick. He gave her pussy a slight lick.

how small is small

 

[skinmaxxer]

Lol