Post: #1

There was a bearded fellow named Roosh
Who mastered the art of getting boosh
Let us all revere
The lord of the manosphere
And the leader of our revoloosh

He wrote book and blog on yin and yang
And showed men far and wide how to bang
While feminists get snarky
He ushers in the patriarchy
And heralds the return of kangs

No one quite knows where he resides
Upon only a select few he confides
But that's just as well
For the scarlett capsuled pimp'nel
From afar still manages to turn tides

Post: #2

Why not, I'll give it a go:

To the best of forums,
And the best of men,
Neomasculinity is slowly ushered in,

The concept was grand,
And this was a fact,
The forum a lit,
With style and class,

From the highest in reps,
To the lowest in post counts,
Kings in their respective sections,
Assured in equal clout,

A new age is here,
And it started with us,
Here's to yet another year,
Of Alpha fucks.

Post: #3

Dupe thread: /thread-44066.html

Post: #4

There once was an asshole named Aaron Clarey
A number cruncher whose instincts are scary
15 years spent in banking
Now he gives folks a good spanking
But follow his tips and you'll be merry

He is far from comatose
For he jumps on his bike and off he goes
And for his advice
There's always a price
And yes kids, you will pay through the nose

His dance moves have impeccable rhythm
The girls go crazy when he dances with them
One of the top celebs
In this part of the interwebs
Let's hear it for Captain Capitalism

Post: #5

There are some who say that Aurini
Is pretentious and a bit of a meanie
But he really cares
For the world at which he stares
So you can't blame him for venting his spleeni

His insights won't leave you bored
And his advice should not be ignored
So throw him some shekels
And don't give him no heckles
Or he'll slice off your head with his sword

If there's one thing that's bound to annoy
It's a smirk from a face full of soy
It will swiftly be punched
And all you'll hear is a crunch
So come correct if you know what's good for you, goy

Post: #6

I dig
You dig
She digs
We dig
They dig



It's not a beautiful poem but it's very deep.

Post: #7

(09-13-2018 07:25 AM)Avadhuta Wrote:  I dig
You dig
She digs
We dig
They dig



It's not a beautiful poem but it's very deep.

If you dug that, than listen below at 1:14.

Post: #8

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Post: #9

This is something I wrote when I was going through a rough patch three years ago:

From the dark caverns within,
Lies a lone figure,
Masked with the face of his youth,
Trapped in a mind of whispers.
On the outside there is light,
Although the figure does not recognise it,
For he is blind and the relentless pain is a blight,
A pain that has swallowed him whole, consuming his spirit.
Past, merry memories have faded away,
Now there is only apathy and dispassion,
Those echoes of happiness rotten,
Leaving behind an empty chasm.
Although there is hope in his heart,
His brain is contorted,
Which cuts the aorta apart,
Leaving his body distorted.
This broken man,
Helpless and alone,
Has severed his plans,
Like an abandoned throne.
He tries, however, to reach out to others,
For they can help to kill the torment,
Their love like a brothers,
Is time well spent.
But for this poor soul of who we speak of,
This relief is albeit brief,
For it returns like a rasping cough,
Leaving him in the hole of eternal grief.

Post: #10

Something I wrote tonight
I would love some feedback:

(Untitled)

Too enmeshed with the feminine
Seeking to dominate women in my mind,
As opposed to living my masculine truth in the real world

Other men see through my facade, my weakness, my lack of manliness, and distrust me

I guess I pretended I didn't want their approval, turning my back;
A rebellion against my father, whose love I never could get, no matter how I tried

I gave up on my fellow men, spited them, hated them behind the windows of my eyes

But I hitched my wagon on women entirely, and they can only bring me so much fulfillment, meaning

The more I sought to dominate women, punish them for my lack of masculinity,
The more I cowered in the face of men

I refused to stand up to bastards,
Challenge myself against noble men, and prove wrong men who thought me a fool

So the rage built up,
And the only outlet
I dared to unleash this ferocity upon,
Was women

Sometimes to their disgust, and even terror
Many times to their deranged pleasure.
Hence, I returned to their playgrounds for so long;
A fascinated boy, learning how to teach a puppy
To roll over and beg

Well, I can no longer hide within
The pinkness of a pussy

I can no longer cup
The supple breast of a village girl,
And think I am ripping the heart out of my enemies

I must see the darkness
Of the world of men,
The wonderful barbarism
That men partake in

I must wade into it,
Knowing I may get swept aside
By trained warriors and hunters,
Who see me as I am-
A 29 year old runt

And I must pray to God that,
As I wade into the cave of masculine secrets,
I make it out alive

That the man I'd always hoped to find
But had searched for in the wrong cave
Is waiting for me