Inkjet Printer wrote
And so, the rhyme warriors, from lewd.sx they came.
Harnessed the power of words to put all the famous poets to shame.
But they all knew, deep, deep inside.
There was a secret they needed to hide.
That secret being, that all their poems are kinda lame.
And as the night encroached upon the sky,
With friends of naught but on the 'net,
The lewd.sx poets would lie down and cry,
For the only ones converse with are their pet.
They would get horny and look at lewd photos,
Their penises erect as a statue,
The pleasure would curl their toes,
As out came the substance appearing as glue.
He may have finished, but lewd.sx had not.
With tissues and socks they forget their sorrow,
In front of their screens, they sit and rot,
Hoping someone will love them tomorrow.