Best Molesting Poems

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With your heads way up your :]ssa[: 
You will never accomplish the win
I got shots that will protect me from your rabid...

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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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The black-as-widow’s-weeds night of endless stars 
was so cold...
cruel as temperature 
plunged its frigid fingers feeling through my being
fondling my heart and soul without mercy
molesting...

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Slain without swords they are 
Though the airy wordly air 
They inhale yet in graceless lack

Behold in the colony of wretchedness
Naked children begging alms
From brothers-not...

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In  his  tiny  eyes,
I  saw  a  little  glance  of  life,
His  innocent  face  reflects...

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Molested the first fifteen years of my life. My mother remained silent the whole time. As the molesting continued all those years. Forced to live...

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Pondering about my existence lying here staring at the ceiling the reality of my presence.
I am dead walking upon the living.
Everyone that has enter my...

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BBC News Alert


Somewhere in France
In the Countryside
A farmer has been arrested
For molesting an old cow
A drunken old hag was on all fours
Crawling around in his...

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Hear me.
Please listen.
My little squeaks mean something.
Help me.
I can’t.
This pain is molesting my spirit.
Is it
worth it?
Should I leave everything behind and just “poof” away?
Please try...

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I have spent my entire life searching for answers
for questions that have no answers it seems
like, where is my place
in this existence (I have been...

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Why do you use sex as a control weapon?
You pretend to not know that we need it.
The monster must be alleviated, released. 
We get sex...

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Crisp winter red rose; moistened by snowflake; 
The frosted grass on a winter morning; 
A moonlit sky with sweet stars adorning;
And Autumn trees, held alive...

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Talk to the Dead 
When you talk to the dead,
They give you advice,
Buzz on your finger,
lightly touch once or twice,

I told Trish about dead Joan's...

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as adults we must be accountable for our own behavior
if we expect the same from our children.
when children see political leaders in compromising positions, 
adults...

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When I was teenboy, nothing else mattered
Than making out in the back of a Chevy
With a gorgeous young hottie with boobs to die for
Breathing became...

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