to all you cybersuckers

by THOMAS DYLAN - Capricorn

THOMAS DYLAN ON CYBERPAGE POETS

JACK DANIELS

HE WRITES AS IF HE IS ALL GROWN UP AND COOL,
WHEN REALLY HIS POEMS ARE CRAP AND HE'S STILL AT SCHOOL.

MARVIN GOLDFARB

A NAME I LAUGH AT I'M LOST FOR WORDS,
STILL I LAUGH EVEN MORE AT HIS DIRE POEMS ABOUT BIRDS.

BETH

NOW SHE WAS QUITE GOOD BUT I BET SHE'S QUITE FAT,
A BIG BLOATER WATCHING SOAPS WITH HER PET CAT.

CIPHER

WHAT A STUPID FUCKING BORING TWIT,
I WISH HE WOULD FUCK OFF HIS POEMS ARE REALLY SHIT.

NICOLE

I THINK IS SLIM, BIG JUGS, AND A CUNT OF JUICE,
IF I FUCKED HER I WOULD FEEL NOTHING IT WOULD BE SO LOOSE.

QUEEN BEE

SHIT NAME AND YOUR POEMS ARE PANTS TOO,
MOST OF YOUR POETIC RHYME IS LOST DOWN MY LOO.
JUST FUCK OFF...JUST FUCK OFF...JUST FUCK OFF...JUST FUCK OFF

BERYL CRAYONE

SHE SUFFERED FROM HER ART SHE SHOULD BE RUBBED OFF THE SITE,
HER NAME EPITOMISES THE MEANING OF SHITE!!!

ANTWAN FIELDS

CARDIGANS AND CORDS I RECKON HE IS A RIGHT SAD CASE,
SPOTS AND PICKED ONES, ON A FOUR EYED FACE.

JARED

HE SOUNDS LIKE SMELLY SHIT ON MY SHOE,
I GET MORE INSPIRATION WHEN I'M SNIFFING GLUE.

BONEY E SCOTLAND

HE IS A POETIC TRUE GENIUS UP WITH MYSELFM ON MY SIDE, HIS POEMS ARE SO MOVING,
WHAT A LOSS TO CYBERPOEMS HE RECENTLY DIED.

CHANNEL

YES I WOULD LIKE TO SPRAY YOU ON YOU SOUND LIKE A BABE,
BUT PROBABLY YOUR WOOKY HOLE IS IN-NEED OF A WASH AND A SHAVE.

MARK WELLS

HE THINKS HE IS A POETIC GENIUS BUT I THINK HE IS A GEEK AND A RETARDED FOOL,
I BET HIS TODGER IS ONLY TWO INCHES ON A PLASTIC RULE.

NOW FOR MYSELF

THOMAS DYLAN

A POETIC GOD WORDS FROM THE HEART,
ALL YOU OTHER POETS ARE NOT WORTHY I BANISH YOU TOO THE GUTTER CART.

JUST FUCK OFF
JUST FUCK OFF
JUST FUCK OFF
JUST FUCK OFF
JUST FUCK OFF
JUST FUCK OFF
JUST FUCK OFF
JUST FUCK OFF
JUST FUCK OFF


Reason for writing:

    JUST FUCK OFF
JUST FUCK OFF
JUST FUCK OFF
JUST FUCK OFF
PLEASE.    

Birth sign: Capricorn
Date created: 2002-08-07 12:13:53
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:46:32
Poem ID: 69802

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