mlg life bro, A poem by Ceaser

Sup kid, remember me?
It's me with the high k/d.
You suck, you cant see me!
You just got 360'd.

Oh no, there you go.
Why you Cryin, it's just a game.
Theres no reason to feel ashamed

Aye mate, no need to hate!
Not my fault you're bad.
People would rate me an 8/8.
Because you're nothing, and im so rad.

Ive got Doritos and MT Dew.
And thats nothing new.
Oh look, you got no-scoped again
You may as well get ♥♥♥♥♥♥ by 50 old men!

Yes, i said 50! You're getting what you deserve.
Don't try to talk ♥♥♥♥.
Oh, you're already doing it, you've got some nerve
Not my fault your mum is a nit wit.

Oh ♥♥♥♥, get rekt.
40 to none!
You couldn't get me! Not even one!
Just go home and cry.
I don't know why you tried.
You said you had skills, looks like you lied.
Well adios ♥♥♥♥♥, i guess im done.

rub a dub dub ♥♥♥♥ buns, a poem by Jacob
make me your tool and work me till i break
jerk off so hard that i wish to partake
ill jerk it off and i wont be a fake
you can wiggle it around and ill give it a shake
oh my its so big much like a snake
please put it in my oven and leave to bake
pull it out and ill eat what ever you make
just give me more,MORE, please, for heavens sake
so please ill be your little jake
ill give you it hard rough, what ever it takes