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The Condensed Biography of Unick Norman
I'm an autodidactic bionic on meds,
psychoholic afflicⱦion pedestrian's dread;
a fairytale adđiction to details and spreads;
dictionaries in all languages, pages and threads.
The people all shunned me for the knowledge I fed.
My diction's so hung, they put a shunt īn my head.
I longed to live among them, but the shunt always bled,
so I cunt off my dīck, and plugged-it-in, in its stead.
Now my diction's all dīckpuns that pee pole can' tread;
Ļ'm Unick from Munich, the eunuch dīckhead.
All the names ppl gļve me 4 the legends I've led,
go straight to my ego's puny-lingo dīck cred.
For me, it's pretty normy but cornier said,
in nightmares I'm Hornỷ The Unicornhead!
Ḭ attended university, majọred: Sex ED.
Thẹ sororities flipped me like breakfast 'n bed.
Jackflappin' my wullet, air-ghosted like zed 🧟♂️
Ḭ'm droop-deadly gorgeous: gorged, droopy & dead.
They call me just to call me, "already dropped-dead."
Injury-to-Insult, in eƞvy, pumps itꜱelf full of lead.
"Normie Jacquelette Bates, you milk-bready steed,
your uniɋue freak of Betty beloƞgs 🏕️ Motel 3'd.
No 1 ẉill go steady, ur court's beyond knead.
Jaruler's acquitted. Frȅe Willie's beeṇ freed."
Tho I may be a dīckhead, a unick's got needs,
and Ṭeddy the wookie, rents a donkey to me.
Her whųrename is Courtney, no bully, luv-ġreed.
Shem's an orally bankrupt aꜱs, holey with beads.
Gų Courtney! Gų Courtney! I'm no threat in deed.
I'm a eunuchorn dīckhead, so how could I be?!
There's salt in the wound; wound-salt on the sea.
Ḯ pickaxe my faults on a dīck-shunting spree.
M’ poon to the pen, penvaulting the key,
Į write on the john to the John Galt in me.
psychoholic afflicⱦion pedestrian's dread;
a fairytale adđiction to details and spreads;
dictionaries in all languages, pages and threads.
The people all shunned me for the knowledge I fed.
My diction's so hung, they put a shunt īn my head.
I longed to live among them, but the shunt always bled,
so I cunt off my dīck, and plugged-it-in, in its stead.
Now my diction's all dīckpuns that pee pole can' tread;
Ļ'm Unick from Munich, the eunuch dīckhead.
All the names ppl gļve me 4 the legends I've led,
go straight to my ego's puny-lingo dīck cred.
For me, it's pretty normy but cornier said,
in nightmares I'm Hornỷ The Unicornhead!
Ḭ attended university, majọred: Sex ED.
Thẹ sororities flipped me like breakfast 'n bed.
Jackflappin' my wullet, air-ghosted like zed 🧟♂️
Ḭ'm droop-deadly gorgeous: gorged, droopy & dead.
They call me just to call me, "already dropped-dead."
Injury-to-Insult, in eƞvy, pumps itꜱelf full of lead.
"Normie Jacquelette Bates, you milk-bready steed,
your uniɋue freak of Betty beloƞgs 🏕️ Motel 3'd.
No 1 ẉill go steady, ur court's beyond knead.
Jaruler's acquitted. Frȅe Willie's beeṇ freed."
Tho I may be a dīckhead, a unick's got needs,
and Ṭeddy the wookie, rents a donkey to me.
Her whųrename is Courtney, no bully, luv-ġreed.
Shem's an orally bankrupt aꜱs, holey with beads.
Gų Courtney! Gų Courtney! I'm no threat in deed.
I'm a eunuchorn dīckhead, so how could I be?!
There's salt in the wound; wound-salt on the sea.
Ḯ pickaxe my faults on a dīck-shunting spree.
M’ poon to the pen, penvaulting the key,
Į write on the john to the John Galt in me.
Published 19th Jun 2022
| Edited 31st Jul 2022
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19th Jun 2022 2:37pm
OK, you play with words in a way that makes me want to jump on the fucking merry go round.
Where do you get that fucking flow, girl?
You'd be a motherfucking genius at a poetry slam. You need to find one in your area and just jam that shit in a mic. I saw a guy read shit like this in Orlando, and I think we all threw our panties at him after... like, this is the battle-flow fuck-up that hypnotizes a crowd.
ALSO?! What the shit with your puns? They're so damn smart. I had to read this four or five times to make sure I got all the little blips.
And... you were so close to having a visual form of a dick, and that would have been mad respect. When you look at your poem without seeing the words... heh heh heh.
Great work!
Where do you get that fucking flow, girl?
You'd be a motherfucking genius at a poetry slam. You need to find one in your area and just jam that shit in a mic. I saw a guy read shit like this in Orlando, and I think we all threw our panties at him after... like, this is the battle-flow fuck-up that hypnotizes a crowd.
ALSO?! What the shit with your puns? They're so damn smart. I had to read this four or five times to make sure I got all the little blips.
And... you were so close to having a visual form of a dick, and that would have been mad respect. When you look at your poem without seeing the words... heh heh heh.
Great work!
19th Jun 2022 3:39pm
Thanks! I was hoping it would look less like a dick, and more like the vacant end of a 2-way dildo. ✊🐛})
