Violence Romantic Poems | Violence Poems About Romantic
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You know why I run game? It's 'cause I'm a player
I'm the night in shining armor, she's a dragon, I'm gon' slay her
That means when I beat it up, I'm gonna kill it
Tell her keep our business to herself, don't spill it
Can't follow directions, then it's on to the next
Hope you get the message, not talking 'bout a text
I sleep with more chicks than a night-gown
Without 'em I'm like a sentence with no noun
For those who don't know that means incomplete
It's a race to get 'em first, I gotta' compete
They wanna be on the team, tryin' to make the cut
True player, show no feelings, keep 'em in a shell, walnut
Females fill my atmosphere, they mean the world to me
I got damsels galore, it's always plural with me
Got gangs of chicks, which one should I bang
They're steady in my face, sort of like some bangs
Hate when they try to lock me down, I'm not in jail
She starts talking 'bout marriage, then I'm gonna bail
Sometimes I need my space, like a vacant lot
I hate being congested, like a nose filled with snot
Hey, stop bugging me, you startin' to act like a knat
Before you go, give me head, I need it like a hat
Copyright © Arcene Janvier | Year Posted 2013
The roaring bull
enters the arena;
clouds of dust raise.
Then the slender matador
in tight attire arrives;
he has no knowledge
of who is watching.
The prettiest girl
in traditional dress
has set eyes on him;
her posture is elegant.
A red flower in her dark hair
suggests an inflamed passion.
It's a scorching day
in Madrid; the fan she holds
does little or nothing
to keep her cool.
Thoughts in their minds
contradict; she's the admirer
from the balcony.
He is the fighter in the arena.
He must kill that bull
to win her; fierce are his looks
while his hands keep on fanning
the red cloth to gain control.
He can't lose this fight;
he must win at any cost.
It's a battle of strength and pride;
man against animal.
Ah, the bull succumbs to injury...
maestro grabs his horns and claims victory!
" O Matador, my matador...
you are the bravest one in all Spain! "
Stretching her arms.
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2016