Best Sadistic Poems

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     Contest: Traditional Haiku
    Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
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This sh** makes me f*******g insane,
I'm gonna cut somebodies throat,
Or wrap a belt around it until they f*****g choke,
Maybe, tie them up somewhere,
setting them on fire,
Hanging the mtha fcker from a tree,
using rusted barbed wire,
Beating in their f***g face,
to the point of un recognition,
Or draining...

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Permafrost for dead hearts,
Waiting for someone to take one swing and shatter it to pieces,
No blood drops just black shattered parts.
Broken from the dark unchanging creases.

Mockingly I smile and wait for signs of pain,
You stare at my snare watching in disdain.
The sensors then start to...

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Sadically gleeful 
She watches , by and by
As the shredded form
Convulses , bleeds , nearly dying

Humour arises 
Cheerfulness gleaming
As the blood spurts like a stream 
It flows freely from every wound
Gathered round the victim
In a vicious pool 

Far more deep the shades of red
Than the...

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An empty cigarette box is smiling at me with sadistic condemnation,
His snarled yellow teeth rattle inside the open box.
"You're out," he announces victoriousely,
"Replace me once more, child." 

The cardboard container commands what I must follow,
To succomb to masochistic tendencies towards vice,
Hollowed out by emptied purchased...

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Global warming,
Not a reality,
Then why is the rays of the sun so painful these days,....

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I derive no pleasure in hurting a fly,
Preferring to let spiders do that for me,
Or just to shoo them away.
Bug spray is only used as a last resort,
And sticky fly papers are banned at our house.

But when it comes to weeds,
I show no mercy,
Not even...

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What I heard about love,
It’s so sadistic and pathetic to the core.
They claim, “It’s the judge, jury and executioner”
The rumors sounded surreal and so real

It’s a mutual tolerance,
Of an agreement signed by fools.
Ink, that slowly fades into the blue
Leaving the hue of the unforgiving cue.
At...

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You Can’t Put Thanks in Your Pocket

Call yourself a friend?
Call yourself a pal?
It’s not what I call you
Ungrateful, selfish
Good adjectives for you
They’re free by the way
We know how much money
Means to you
Can’t put ‘thank you’ 
In your pocket, that’s 
What you live by
Yet, I never...

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