(The Poetic Saga of Huffy Pink Canuck)
I just want you to know....
I just want you to know
I used to think you were swell
But now I don`t give a shit
Kiss my Pink ass and go to hell.
Words can`t describe what I feel inside
These thoughts I`ve had for some time
What really really matters now
Is I think your nothing but slime.
A backstabber without any true cause
You ripped my Brawlin soul
I didn`t qualify to his merry gay standards
For that you truly are a butt-fuckin hole.
Just a couple last words
I do plead
Kiss my twat straight underneath
Yes honey...where I bleed.
~ Huffy Pink Blood ~
by Huffy Pink Canuck
A poem for Pinky
Go suck a donkey you drugged up fat ho,
You blow winos for crack in the sun and the snow.
Your pissflaps hang down and drip week-old cum,
You're boring and stupid - a pain in the bum.
Your rhymes, like your brain, don't reach first base,
You're an ugly old boiler with a beaten up face.
Your ass cheeks are red from the cocks that you've taken
And you're such an old pig that you smell just like bacon.
You blame other folks for your lack of a brain,
Just face facts here, Huffy - you're simply insane.
Your words don't offend me, I don't give a fuck,
So if you're looking for trouble, you're shit outta luck.
by Evil Blood
Another for Pinky...
Puffy Red Pissflaps, you're thick as pig-shit,
You're a skank and a crack ho with a cum-oozing slit.
You are stupid, a cretin, a brainless, dumb bitch
With so many diseases, you make pubic lice itch.
You're a fat, ugly monster - you fuck Winos for crack,
You've been buggered so often, your sphincter is slack.
You pimp both your children to finance your habit,
And to break them in quickly, you fucked both like a rabbit.
You whine just like Yoyo, post hump just like Pissed,
If you got run over tomorrow you wouldn't be missed.
So shut your foul yap, you idiotic spit-roast
Or just fucking go and find somewhere else you can post.
by Evil Blood
Writings on the Wall
She carries a tale
Of such disgrace
Her pride, no more
She has to face
Her finger fly as
Tear drops fall
He chose the hottie
Fuck them all!
Conversations of trust
With a twist and a turn
Become a scandal
She's sure he'll burn
She'll show that bitch
A fraud of sin
His ass, for sure
out on a limb
Her words, how they bleed
All over the forum
The long time flamer
Has lost her decorum
They slapped her around
And spit in her face
And still that twat
Hangs on to this place
Oh shit! good lord!
What has she done
Her pathetic existence
Has lost all it's fun
That wicked lil bitch
Fucked up her plan
Pulled her covers
So all would understand
by Wicked lil Bitch
In Response to Wicked Chucked up Bitch...
Wicked you're a smartass
I read between your lines
And I could tell you are a fatty
Chewing on greasy Pork Rines....
And I`ve seen nothing
From your jealous words
Except maybe timeout for washing
Your Ass reeked curds....
As for talent in this place
There`s only just a few
Or being one of originality
I am....just not You....
"Huffy"
by Huffy Pink Canuck, posting as a Guest user via the Dumpster forum
She left, she came back, she left again, she came back again, she asked for help, she ignored the help, she whined, she cried, she got mad, she left.
She was asked, she was told, she was banned, she was forgiven, she came back again, she started wiggin.
She has ghosts in her machine, she has voodoo in her box; Microsoft watches her, the admins fuck with her, she has no smiles, she has no sense, she wants her whispers back again; they never left!
Get a grip, get some help, buy a clue, we're fucking sick to death of YOU!
by Danger
Oh little Guest
Who's come to play
Your words of strife
How they convey
Your true intent
Comes shinning through
Even from the dumpster
Your heart is blue
You've whined and moaned
All over the board
Begging for attention
That you can hoard
To no avail
Your mind does ponder
Dementia sets in
And you begin to wander
Your ghost are laughing
As you post a new thread
Even they think
You're touched in the head
We've sat and watched you
Try to flame
The general consensus
Is that you're lame
You stole my style
Though not condoned
I throw it back at you
And now you're owned
by Wicked lil Bitch
I stole your style?
Are you touched in the head?
Wash off the Scabies
From your stench ridden bed.
Or maybe your lips drool
From the Syphilis you`ve sucked
From all those germ ridden
Bums that you`ve fucked?
But anyway Douche
You must take a hot bath
Cause your making me ill
Prancing about with the Clap.
Just who and the hell
Do you think you are?
Dang`s prodigy...
Oe`r land afar?
Cause to be honest with you
I must say, speak and tell
You suck like a Wench
Go home, your Hades, your Hell.
Fuck you!...I can`t resist...
Just a couple more lines
Just to tell you that your a Dirty Ditch-Pig
Sit back Fatty, and chew dem greasy Pork Rines!
You're OWNED.
by Huffy Pink Canuck
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