A Poem Of Sorts

[HitmanParticipant]

a child was born
and his mother cried.
she feared he would be sent to war.
years passed by and the child became a man,
and he found he was taught lies.
lies that women were soft and kind
and were the gentle sex.
the tasmanian devil he married
went crazy and decided to to wreck,
the family they started
with no regard for child or himself.
the truth was soon revealed ,
as the police restrained his hands.
that woman he loved did not love him back,
he was used to pay the bills.
the truth was hard to bear at first,
he found it was called red pills.
.
freedom came to him at last,
no longer did he care.
the thoughts of others bothered him not,
his opinions were not theirs.
.
beauty was only skin deep
he heard that one before.
the truth was forced upon his mind
as she took their child out the door.
.
the courts and judges did not care
what happened to this man.
he had to disregard despair,
and come up with a plan.
.
take the higher road he thought ,
it’s traveled far far less.
forgive her for the pain she caused,
the result was indifference.
.
his strength returned
his eyes grew sharp,
no longer believing the lies.
the lies of a lifetime that seem so long ago,
a solitary figure rised.
.
and so the tale of just one man can benefit the rest.
he went his own way
and learned to forgive
the higher ground was his.
.
a man who now lives in a world,
above them
in his prime.
humble and compassionate.
this story brothers is mine.
.
each day brings a new chance to further perfect,
the life that he now leads.
with a child to teach and show how to live,
the higher ground for that child to reach.
.
defender of truth and lover of life,
no woman will again betray.
and he will stand till final breath,
to meet God on judgement day.
.
peace be upon you all my brothers…
hitman…
.
please comment, add , modify or just enjoy as you see fit.
…later…!!!

[Anonymous 43]

Every girl I knew
rode c~~~ carousel too long
thrown off, hit the wall.

[AussieParticipant 2509]

There was a young man from Goshem,
Who took out his b~~~~ to wash them
His wife said “Jack, if you don’t put them back,
I’ll step on the bastards and squash ’em ! ”

" I feel threatened "

[GargamelSpectator 29101]

Hitman wrote:

this story brothers is mine.

I instantly noticed.

Great writing, hitman.

Your poem should go to a special MGTOW poetry section.

And turned into a Top 40 Rock song.

In July of 2018, this honey pot forum was sold out to an unidentified NPC sock puppet and troll organization. Most independent thinkers and writers migrated to other MGTOW forums as a result of the never-ending infighting and deliberate trouble starting caused by members who were given "carte blanche" by the admin to do whatever they want. Before my departure, I only left a few thousand cat pics here to comfort and ridicule the feminist owners who now run this place. Their background agenda is to make MGTOW look like a club of losers the public eye. And during the course of 2019, they actually managed to destroy almost all other MGTOW venues as well. Here is the truth about "theindependentman.org" aka "TIM" which was created as an extended workbench to further divide the community. When you register, they install a spyware Zombie cookie on your browser that does all kinds of things the user does not know of: http://www.filedropper.com/essay-on-the-removal-of-malware-cookies-used-by-tim

[Truthseeker82Participant 6406]

There was once a simp
who married a blimp
thinking her weight should not matter

Before his eyes, to his surprise his large wife only seemed to get fatter

Add to that her increasing fat she then sucked out all his money
He tried to laugh at this female calf but did not find her funny

He soon gave in to this whale with multiple chin and then they procreated. Now shes hit the wall and owns his one remaining ball and oh how he wish he had just masturbated.

[MarketWatcherParticipant]

Hitman wrote:

and he will stand till final breath,
to meet God on judgement day

Beautiful poem brother. Only God can judge me.

[Point Of No ReturnParticipant 4074]

Hitman wrote:

a child was born
and his mother cried.
she feared he would be sent to war.
years passed by and the child became a man,
and he found he was taught lies.
lies that women were soft and kind
and were the gentle sex.
the tasmanian devil he married
went crazy and decided to to wreck,
the family they started
with no regard for child or himself.
the truth was soon revealed ,
as the police restrained his hands.
that woman he loved did not love him back,
he was used to pay the bills.
the truth was hard to bear at first,
he found it was called red pills.
.
freedom came to him at last,
no longer did he care.
the thoughts of others bothered him not,
his opinions were not theirs.
.
beauty was only skin deep
he heard that one before.
the truth was forced upon his mind
as she took their child out the door.
.
the courts and judges did not care
what happened to this man.
he had to disregard despair,
and come up with a plan.
.
take the higher road he thought ,
it’s traveled far far less.
forgive her for the pain she caused,
the result was indifference.
.
his strength returned
his eyes grew sharp,
no longer believing the lies.
the lies of a lifetime that seem so long ago,
a solitary figure rised.
.
and so the tale of just one man can benefit the rest.
he went his own way
and learned to forgive
the higher ground was his.
.
a man who now lives in a world,
above them
in his prime.
humble and compassionate.
this story brothers is mine.
.
each day brings a new chance to further perfect,
the life that he now leads.
with a child to teach and show how to live,
the higher ground for that child to reach.
.
defender of truth and lover of life,
no woman will again betray.
and he will stand till final breath,
to meet God on judgement day.
.
peace be upon you all my brothers…
hitman…
.
please comment, add , modify or just enjoy as you see fit.
…later…!!!

Nice

Know when it is your duty to give them zero explanations for your actions.

[HitmanParticipant]

thanks friends.
felt like typing something out.
it was very late at night.
.
i liked the poems you guys added..
funny as hell…!!!
….later amigos.!!!

[Anonymous 43]

my c~~~ was a liar,my c~~~ was a cheat
my c~~~ used to beat me, like a cheap piece of meat

My c~~~ wasn’t happy, my c~~~ was really mad
my c~~~ threw away her children’s only dad

My c~~~ made the cops remove me from my home
my c~~~ took my kids away from me like I moved to Nome

My c~~~ hired a lawyer and took me to the courts
my c~~~ and the judge treated me like a leper, all covered in warts

my c~~~ took my house, my stuff and my girls
my c~~~ took away the s~~~ vortex and all its s~~~ty swirls

my c~~~ took it all away and I stumble and I fall
My c~~~ living high right now is headed for the wall.

My c~~~ set me free, living on my own
my c~~~ will never reach me on the phone

My c~~~ made me leave the state and go far away
my c~~~ saved my life and hers that hot summer day.

my c~~~ has a seat on the bus to hell, paid for by me
my c~~~ gets this one way trip, oh what fun it will be.

[HitmanParticipant]

good one may.
from the pain we go forward,
looking back at the train wreck.
some don’t escape with their lives.
so we’re ahead of the game !!!

[Puffin StuffParticipant 24979]

Nice hitman, beautiful and poignant.

#icethemout; Remember Thomas Ball. He died for your children.

[HitmanParticipant]

gracias puff.. !!!

[harpo-my-“SON”Participant 2410]

“Asking myself”

I ask these things of my self in song,
knowing his spirit was with me all along.
what will I do with a full left hand?
lose faith become selfish and deny my fellow man?
will my wants return when my needs are all met?
Is my life worth living in sorrow and regret?
all this flows from the top of my head,
and appearing a crown for a man who was dead.
Ive become married to the truth and by my faith I live,
You can take nothing from me that I would not just give.

My Life, Fortune and sacred honor for the right to believe as individuals. For the very name of Jesus.
A&men

I was bound to be misunderstood, and I laugh at those who misunderstand me. Kind mockery at the well intentioned, but unfettered cruelty towards those would be prison guards of my creative possibilities. This so as to learn as much from misunderstanding as from understanding. Taking pleasure in worthy opponents and making language fluid and flowing like a river yet pointed and precise as a dagger. Contradicts the socialistic purpose of language and makes for a wonderful linguistic dance, A verbal martial art with constant parries that hone the weapon that is the two edged sword of my mouth.

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