Best Brothels Poems

Brothels have closed now what?
Does anybody care?
Did anybody think about the hapless women living there
What about them?
What will they do now for two square meals...

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Pinhead Lizard
Ever since he was a young boy
He played with balls of fire
From church halls to Soho brothels
He must have had them all
Aint seen nothing...

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For thoose of you who may not know.
Just call me gonzo I write the absurd for life is insane and sometimes 
it takes a madman...

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Disenchanted with ennui,
I want to my earth
To meet the sky,
To catch a falling star
Outside a ‘Monday thru Friday’
‘Nine to Five’ job,
But traffic on the eight...

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It started with an apple in paradise or was it a date they consumed

Had they kept their clothes off laundry day would have been easier

	The...

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He learned the trade of punchin' cows
An' silence of the men
He was alone but so were they
Not like it was back then

Not like the days...

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Enemies of the peace
Are not consecrating the life
Tampering with the nature
Crucifying the childhood
On the sidewalks
Burying the chastity
In the brothels
Killing the light
Before coming the dark

Enemies of...

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GOTHAM

The brothels are terrible in Gotham City
and do little excuses
no one is safe from a bite
there in the shadows where the bodies are dried
from morning...

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DEATH'S SHADOW!

Death has a shadow of an effervescent wall.

A whore is defined but to never exist in the world.
This child is of spirit and soul...

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Otto`s life is not
their British
sickular motto
Grue is his banner
left by his
blue-eyed Brit mom
left long by one of
those hated South
African Paki
His guilty pleasures
in Green Street have
no...

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Hills crowd close yonder, 
My cries echo back & forth-
Th' void in my heart.

Blameless Sunday night,
Punished nonetheless: by your
Selfish Monday gloom.

Love does not live here,
Not...

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Crumble
brothels sprout
flesh peddlers collect their fees
selling daughters
in twos and threes
Lopez or Diaz
lazy or defiant
escaped
in polluted lagoons
the virus spreads

Dancing with the dead
priests absolve the devils
in their...

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Thiru-Valluvar on Praising the Good Qualiities of Ladies: Canto 112 - Nalam Pinainththu Uraiththal

[The poet devotes the third part of his treatise, the Thiruk-Kural to...

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Of all the minin' camps in old Colorady, the town of Tin Cup was truly,
With all its gamblin' halls, brothels and sleazy saloons the most...

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If heaven is a rest for the imbeciles,
the banes of hell my portion must be.
If cloud nine is a bordello, 
and the streets of gold...

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