Free online greeting card maker or poetry art generator. Create free custom printable greeting cards or art from photos and text online. Use PoetrySoup's free online software to make greeting cards from poems, quotes, or your own words. Generate memes, cards, or poetry art for any occasion; weddings, anniversaries, holidays, etc (See examples here). Make a card to show your loved one how special they are to you. Once you make a card, you can email it, download it, or share it with others on your favorite social network site like Facebook. Also, you can create shareable and downloadable cards from poetry on PoetrySoup. Use our poetry search engine to find the perfect poem, and then click the camera icon to create the card or art.
Enter Title (Not Required)
Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required 1) I hate brown-nosers far more than I hate most other nosers of virtually any known color! 2) I will make it a point to slap you in front of your superiors, with a biblical fury, the likes of which, would make Mary Magdalene blush with fits of giggles! 3) You will proceed to cry, even though I didn't actually hurt you; because I slap like a girl - In solidarity for all the girls who slap like me, in what I can only imagine is our previously unspoken solidarity for physical comedy; and then you'll get angry when everyone (including the girls) calls you a whiner Here comes the ever charming, never failing, always smiling, company man: Sure would like the career opportunity to slap away that stupid grin from the smugly disproportionate face of the man with a plan that doesn't entail fellowship, or even good sportsmanship to wage earners and their dependents. He wouldn't throw himself under the buss to help a desperate family climb out of their rut - But this doesn't necessarily mean he doesn't consider himself a Christian: It only explains why he isn't a very good one! He's everyone's favorite scab, just waiting to happen behind the broken backs of his fellow working-class - And the boss, he grows overconfident in his role, because the boss, he knows, he can always count on him: For laboring after a fashion, to keep on blindly hauling in the treasures held within; where their bloodstained corraborating hands have martyrized the honest working man! To liken him to Judas Iscariot would be so embarrassingly easy for me! Comparing his usefulness to deadwood would be like breathing some new life directly into his falsehood! This poster child for infanticide is but another lickspittle squire, graciously content with inane servitude; craving his coveted knighthood! Just another fool of his own undoing, being consumed by his selfish desire! Not a single ounce of class consciousness and even less in terms of self-awareness; good for absolutely nothing - If he's good enough for something of such momentousness! Transmuted by reification to be made into a mere thing of the poorest possible social habits: Locked in a perpetual motion, Spun up on an off-kilter axis, subscribed to an endless routine of massive excess that suits the boss's interests; in his own shortsighted eyes, he is the money making machine of free enterprise - To the vitality of the workforce he is but a cancerous growth, needing to be expunged from its host!
Enter Author Name (Not Required)