Best Prostitutes Poems

Poems, prose and roses
Poets hate politicians
Poets prefer poking pens at people
P-words, power and paupers
Poets love writing about love
Tears, the sky and meadows

Poets are prostitutes
They are sex vendors
They expose their naked thoughts
To the world
They talk dirt without apology
And care less about anyone's emotions
Poets are short-tempered like...

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Friendly neon lights.
Friendlier lords of midnight.
Unfriendly bed thrusts.







November 16, 2008...

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Silly rabbit tricks are for prostitutes, made by establishment
daunted by economy, at night by the dawns early red light district,
watch the women give up their pride by the hour, lacking positions
star 69 your way back to daddy's touch, the reason your out here
remember sweat and...

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There was a cheap bar in New York's skid row
Almost, you were shining there like a rain bow.
People were dancing and sleeping together 
Although they know it can't be lasted for ever.
It was you who sought solace in whisky bottle
Smoke a pipe to make a...

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have you heard the *****festering
about the robot prostitutes in the making?
heard the christians & republicans
whining their way into a “debate”
about the moral concerns that might come about
as a result of having a robot do
what an exploited, sex trafficked individual
might once have?

see, if robots start doing...

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African Prostitutes of Old 
Had kept a reasoning plain cold:
In no Sweet Tales to be told
And would little yield if sold...

African Prostitutes of Old
Weren’t at all composed nor bold
And could faint if offered Gold
And closed legs quickly unfold:
Just for A Bottled Mirinda
Or the Perfume Lavender
And...

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Each of the seven prostitutes,
Whose life began as destitute;
From their brothels to a roadside,
For men with or without a ride:
Main wish: to catch the adult male 
And stop a day from going stale…

The picture is competition:
To whom would one loss petition?
Yes, a quite charged atmosphere...

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They get a group of scientists and ask them to work on flying machines.
They give them flying machines and they use them to bomb cities,
so how can scientists be scientific if they have allegiance to their country,
instead of pledging allegiance to the earth managing resources...

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A half hour ago they were eight,
For the attention of Adult Males Fighting;
Now, it is worrisomely late,
And not a credible single sighting!
No compromises with the venereal disease-parading,
As every loose Eve is sensibly upgrading …

But the clearly-bent-by-age,
Are as clearly out of it:
If one should with The...

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Peering through the bedroom window,
Yellow street lights and falling snow,
Elena asked Fred, the garden gnome,
“When mummy would come home?”

The gnome smiled as if he knew,
But stared quietly at the other two,
His colourful brothers Jim and john,
Who looked busy guarding the lawn.

Grim silence spoke from all...

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What will you say
When you see 
Someone in the groove
Driking some guava
Juice? 

How will you feel
When you find
The grave Of your lost 
Relative under the guava
Tree? 

How will you Look, 
When a big black 
And white 
Goat eating 
Dry grass
At the grave yard
Of saint 
Georges?

How will...

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