bad poetry?

oh noetry!

haha. yeah, i stole that from toothpaste for dinner. sue me. no, wait. don't.

anywho, here is the best poem i have ever found in my entire life of existence on this planet in this universe...in the world.

he is a level 12 beastmaster
i am a level 13 warlock
though his lvl > my lvl,
he is very vigorous, as beastmasters are

with all these beats i did,
never did i drop one so strong as his.
grasp me, beastmaster's beat, by the throat.

throttle me.
throttle the life out of me, beastmaster.
you will gain much exp,
for i am a higher lvl than u,
and that's how these things work

but he is kind.
he does not accept my sacrifice;
rather, he joins my raid group.
we camp the spawn point 'til sunrise.

he is funny and witty.
he brings the lulz.
my dream man.

i sign off, cause i have to sleep (irl).
i dream of my beastmaster,
and i imagine him lvling up.
could we lvl up 2gether?

i awaken

i msg my beastmaster
but he is not there.
i have to msg my whole guild before i can find a raid group
GAY. WTF where is beastmaster?

a knock on my door.
is this irl?
i open the door
and am blown backwards by his snowblower spray.
snowy, i look upon my beastmaster irl.
omg, its the beastmaster.

he leaves me, alone.
he has no heart.
and i know that i must have a heart, because i can feel it breaking.
death cannot come soon enough

it's from emocorner. go there and laugh until you cut your dark black soul.