Poetry Corner

[Anonymouse]

This guy is a loser ego abuser
He makes no sense his mind so dense
When will he type something right?
He can't even capitalize because of fright
He's just a pimple waiting to pop
He just can't stand that I'm on top.

[anileve]

Loseyourname, it's funny how he chose his name
Living in his imaginary self created fame
Ego is the name of his game
For he cannot rhyme to save his name
Lose his eye sight, as well as half of his face is what he did
When he believed that he was an attractive kid
Admiring his reflection is his hobby
While he worships his shrine in his trailer's lobby
Clinging to my words like to his dying flame
Do world a favor, leave, and lose your name

[anileve]

Originally posted by Anonymouse This guy is a loser ego abuser
He makes no sense his mind so dense
When will he type something right?
He can't even capitalize because of fright
He's just a pimple waiting to pop
He just can't stand that I'm on top.

HA!

[loseyourname]

with the grammar of dubya
and the grace of rosanne
eve says "i'll snub ya"
like my parents did yerevan
with the power of creation
loser bores into her head
i don't need punctuation
her obsession with me's fed
look out when you're sleeping
fear the creaking sounds of wood
i'm creeping in to hear
the muffled pounds of your xxxxoral hood
with poetic flare
and a penchant for off-rhyme
i dare to delve deeper
did i mention i'm sublime?

[Anonymouse]

Mr. Ego, you try to have the last word with an echo
You are slow, your typing would cause an English major sorrow
You can be summarized in few words, "me, myself, and I"
You try to rhyme but you type like youre high
You should have a mirror from your kitchen to your bedroom
To your closet and even the ceiling in your bathroom
To watch your self use Listerine to gargle
As you pose and stare at your nipple
Your ego should have its own apartment
Email God and tell him you're his replacement
When you look at yourself in the mirror take a bow
As you dream be sure to fix your eyebrow
You are a self made man insisting on giving
Everyone the recipe to your way of living
Before you try to attempt to play in the Poetry Corner
Be careful for I might make youre ego smaller

[loseyourname]

my name is, ah well, you can call me jesus
one small glimpse of the side of my face
and i'll haunt you like an aborted fetus
i come fully equipped
with fairy-swatter and rat poison
like a man with a grip on a forty-gauge shotgun
i come at you hotter than the sun
at high noon
like a harpoon stuck in the rear end of a whale
i'll ride you like a thoroughbred
with my nine-inch nail
don't ask where i live at
don't ask what i'm doing
i put mirrors on the foreheads
of chicks that i'm screwing

[spiral]

i put mirrors on the foreheads of chicks that i'm screwing

I don't think this is healthy.

Rather traumatizing.

[antihippy]

This is hilarious. Those are some creative rhymes, loseyourname. Do you freestyle?

[loseyourname]

Nope. I just spend way too much time seated at a keyboard. Thanks, though.

[ckBejug]

I am
all the things
that make life interesting.
But you hardly notice...
Or do you?