Poem of the day 04/29/08

[Nat Turner-reincarnated]

Did the Mexican thing hit too close to home? I'm sorry.

once again you sound dumb again......... mexican last name??? are you serious??

[Euro-G]

its ok job im mexican and black too

[Sikotic™]

Did the Mexican thing hit too close to home? I'm sorry.

once again you sound dumb again......... mexican last name??? are you serious??

Yeah, and I got an armenian last name. You know why? I'M HALF ARMENIAN DOGGIE!

Give it up, my nigga. Be proud of who you are. Don't let your color define you, or in your case, limit you.

[big mat]

^^^^ yeah i can't let my color define me, cuz if i follow job mentality, i'm like a spie devil, cuz younger i used to be blond like the son of the sun but now my head turned dark brown. I'm infiltrating to good side but i'm still devil inside?

[Sikotic™]

It will come out eventually. You can fight it, but you will ultimately lose the battle.

[Euro-G]

job isnt half as tough as he pretends to be

[TraceOneInfinite Flat Earther 96']

great poem... Big-Up to Job

[QuietTruth]

[IF]

        If you can keep your head when all about you
        Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
        If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
        But make allowance for their doubting too,
        If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
        Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
        Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
        And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

        If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
        If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
        If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
        And treat those two impostors just the same;
        If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
        Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
        Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
        And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

        If you can make one heap of all your winnings
        And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
        And lose, and start again at your beginnings
        And never breath a word about your loss;
        If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
        To serve your turn long after they are gone,
        And so hold on when there is nothing in you
        Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

        If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
        Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
        If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
        If all men count with you, but none too much,
        If you can fill the unforgiving minute
        With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
        Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
        And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!

        --Rudyard Kipling

Propz.

[Sanford - V. President of the Dangerous Crew Movement]

good poem homie.

lol at eveything after that though. 

[Nat Turner-reincarnated]

good poem homie.

lol at eveything after that though. 

indeed, if you Black and you got jokes on this..........then your a uncle tom who should kill yourself, hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm sikotic whats good!

[J Bananas]

    * Saturn is not really a planet, but a gaseous ball adjacent to the actual planet, Titan, which is erroneously considered to be one of Saturn’s moons. The head and hat of Santa Claus are symbolic representations of Saturn, Titan, and Saturn’s rings.[38]
    * The Pyramids of Egypt are, among other things, electromagnetic antennas that create standing columnar waves of tachyon energy to prevent the wobbling of the Earth.[40]
    * Everyone is originally conceived as twins, but usually only one of the twins survives to be born.[44]
    * It is important to bury the afterbirth so that Satan does not use it to make a duplicate of the recently-born child.[45]

If you don't believe this, you are a lying house nigger.