Best Molest Poems

i am here to let your words make love to me
i am here to bury my face deep in your poetry

to let your haiku 
molest my naked body
shake me...

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There are those engaged in pedagogy
To facilitate the drip... drip... drip
Of poison to accost a child's ear.
Maneuvering with glee and juicy decadence...
Sequestering all they say...

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sometimes i talk to myself, 
my mind is racing,
i dont know what to do...
so hard to explain.
depression isn't a stage
or a faze some kids go...

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When everyone goes east, he heads west
to him, every dialogue is a contest
comes into an interaction as the biggest
then leaves agonisingly as the lowest.
When he...

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RAPE
You don’t know what is equality?
All you do only is showing brutality;
Never have you shame when you rape,
Or when you transform into sex tape;
You follow...

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Is There No Shame?

Watching as people go by is a joy I find
People, so many, of such different kind
Yet, over the years as time has...

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a few years ago 
  
i was walking from my car 
  
to my apartment. 
  
around the corner, i heard a...

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To the powers that be. 
I've allowed you to view 
my weakness like an 
opportunity. Give school 
children fatherless 
babies, and preach their 
nudity to...

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God must be sleeping now as the dog dreams

He mumbles help me as he is thrown into the ring

As he is bitten his tears of...

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6. Softly she sits upon my knee.
I doze and drift as the radio squeaks
Of sunspots and the honeybee.
The cab wind whistles and creeks.
I sense monstrous,...

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Never forget where you came from,
As you walk in chains,and whips rain on your backs,
As you drag the chains,like beasts and dogs,
As you lie in...

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Today I squashed a slug.

He was not a bug.

He did not bite, tickle, buzz or otherwise molest me.

At best, he was the occasional plant nibbler...

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I was once crushed with plastic kindness on the brink of murder,
I knew it all along and watched you play the game real confidently
I saw...

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for under 10$ an hourly wage
you too can be the lucky one
who rides around on the back of a pungent & filthy green
garbage truck for...

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A sizzling hot pancake metropolis
   Kingsize of all market places,
   Every mystery is salable 
   The wind and shadows...

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