Best Screwing Poems
Ignorance is definitely a description of bliss
Look at Washington if you don’t believe this
They are never on target, they always miss
Their biggest decision is whose butt to kiss
We were told we were getting change
It looks the same, now ain’t that strange
The positions of the rich just rearrange
Take care of their own, they prearrange
Maybe I was hoping for something new
But what I see is the same old doodoo
Filling their pockets, screwing me and you
Spitting on the Red White and Blue
Society brainwashed, a robotic crowd
Entitlement minded, crying out loud
Sorry boys, no thinking allowed
Socialism will make you proud
They say they will make the country strong
But I’m watching now and see the wrong
Change has been coming for oh so long
But you are still singing the same old song
Bliss isn’t living off a government check
Being a dependent, a financial wreck
Ready to sail but no one on deck
Living with a noose tied around your neck
Bliss is different for you and me
A pursuit of happiness and being free
Earning a living, the right to be
Productive members of a society.
Categories:
screwing, politicalold, old,
Form:
Rhyme
Poet Destroyer, P D
has confided to me
that P D
is indeed
a She,
but then again, P D
may be screwing with me.
We shall see.
So I hope this anwers the question you all keep asking me.
"Is P D a He or is P D a She?"
It truly doesn't really matter to me.
Here on the internet we're all gender free
basically.
A woman I could very well be.
Perhaps I'm the widow of theKidster in reality
or his mother who still loves him very dearly,
still in mourning, unable to let go, keeping alive his memory.
Perhaps his already written poems he left behind I post for all to read
and the comments his work receives brings comfort to me.
Something to think about. Wouldn't you agree?
Categories:
screwing, introspection,
Form:
Rhyme
Sung to the melody of when I’m 64 by The Beatles
Gotta keep working an extra few years
(Not like years ago)
Governments are screwing us for every dime
I can’t afford a bottle of wine
Hip's been replaced
Yes I’m getting old
I’m too old to twerk
But I’m so needy
and my pension won’t feed me
But I’m ninety four!
Written after being inspired by ‘Stupid People’ poem by SillyBilly theKidster
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/stupid_people_900910
05~16~17
Now That I'm 64 by SillyBilly the Kidster
I gotta keep working an extra few years,
not like years before.
Government is screwing me for every dime,
I can’t afford a bottle of wine.
Hip's been replaced,
yes I’m getting old.
I Can't Work Any More,
but I'm still needy,
social security won't feed me,
now that I'm 64.
05~17~17
Categories:
screwing, age, anger, humorous, jobs,
Form:
Lyric
Capitalism -
Is every man screwing everyone else.
But communism -
On the other hand, is just the reverse.
Categories:
screwing, political
Form:
Grook
Hell breaks loose through the trusting door
Whining its splintering, wooden hinges
Claws wrapping onto the arches beyond
Gnarled feet pressed on the threshold
Lower limbs jingling with sparky anklets
Ready to catapult and kick with spitting mouth
To shove its shine like a worthy prick
It was time for her daily purges
Peace is slapped about in her fickle hands and made ragged
Turmoil in her pedicured toes erodes the smoothed surfaces
Of the fashions’ must, into dusty rust of sick disgust
Her coral lips curve in delight
At the sight of confused and crazy creatures
Staring numbly at her hell-bent sight
She is always laughing, snarling or lying low
Waiting for the climatic blow
Bottom dwelling, blush smearer
Eyeliner runner, nail-biting binger
Her lies tease and her eyes see a perfect she will never be
As her large, curved nails glimmer
She scuttles her way like a crab in a salty delirium
She hides her hiss like a snake ready to miss for a chase
Challenging practicality,
“Dear Prudence,
Won’t you come out to play?”
But we are silent to the accursed
The wise are wary and rehearsed
We all slip right through as she intrudes an empty room
Waiting for a reaction, screwing with the lights to assert a distraction
She wreaks havoc in the dark,
“Dear Prudence!”
She screams,
As we softly walk down the path, nomads against the crabs
She doesn’t realize she is her worst fear—alone
Her mask melting and her anklets snapping
Collapsing, the tears she squeezed for her high
Were emptied, vindicated and dried
Angrily she must realize
In her twisted, stubborn way
It’s a beautiful day…
A crazy collab with my brother David Breidenthal [J.W Earnings]
Categories:
screwing, angst, dark, judgement, life,
Form:
Free verse
I dig into the open wounds of self preservation,
and hear
...from way over there,
my love jingling in your pocket
as if it were the loose change
in your wet dreams.
You were always numb to the mirror,
taking comfort in the blind eyed
discontent you've reigned in
with hard strokes of denial,
making your makeup seem
a little more made up in the dim lighting
of reflection.
Don't you think?
It was never about making love,
it was about forgetting.
My hips were a glowing red exit sign,
on the route of
....screwing life away.
Each moan, a promise that
even though you were dead inside,
you could still make a piece of the
world shake.
Maybe even make something break.
And that made everything seem
a bit more tolerable...
until I started thanking you
for the damage inflicted.
The pain I felt, assurance
that I was alive.
I'm not sure why that
took the fun out of it
for you..
I still screamed bloody murder
when you sunk your teeth into
newly adjusted nerve endings..
The pain, more real than ever before.
I guess you never meant to
take a ride with someone just as
damaged as you.
You were hoping to be the only
ghost in this city, still bound
to a carnal playhouse.
But baby..
I was a corpse long before I had any change to spare.
-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.
Categories:
screwing, break up, imagery, life,
Form:
Free verse
Meaning, ever bending, never ending-ly open to changing it's mind and opinions,
by moving around words and pulling and pushing in different directions,
until everything changes, rearranges pages in history
just for the mystery to begin again
with new songs, new players and these layers and layers
of summits and new beginnings.
Of openings back to where we came in.
New meanings are foaming and forming
within the fatted belly of doing and screwing until done.
Come watch a new one get sprung.
A new shape to take place of the old, behold
and believe in your prayers.
They keep coming these layers and layers
and faces of women and men.
Turn around just to begin again.
Categories:
screwing, introspection, life, on writing
Form:
Free verse
It's time for some honesty about P D & Me.
I think I've taken this as far as can possibly be.
BILLYtheKidster, aka me
and the Poet Destroyer, aka P D
are both two separate individual personalities
NOT of me.
Separately!
BILLYtheKidster is all me
and Poet Destroyer, aka P D is 100% P D He/P D She.
Poet Destroyer Is Not Me.
It was fun however basking in P D's glory,
however so briefly.
Thank you P D.
theKidster, Wild Billy
Well I guess that ends this little mystery
(but then again, I may still be screwing with all of you psychologically)
We shall see?
Categories:
screwing,
Form:
Rhyme
I am inflicted with MPD,
a mental disorder whereupon I live separate and unique individual personalities.
I am here to declare to all of you the truth (or I may be screwing with you maybe)
BILLYtheKidster is also The Poet Destroyer aka P D.
So in essence I CRUSHED myself basically.
I wonder what kind of comment P D, aka me, will leave yours truly, also aka me.
One thing's for sure, BILLYtheKidster, aka Poet Destroyer, aka P D
are all most certainly certifiably insane to a very high fun loving degree.
Categories:
screwing, funny,
Form:
Rhyme
I gotta keep working an extra few years,
not like years before.
Government is screwing me for every dime,
I can’t afford a bottle of wine.
Hip's been replaced,
yes I’m getting old.
I Can't Work Any More,
but I'm still needy,
social security won't feed me,
now that I'm 64.
You'll Get Older Too,
and when you reach my age,.....no more SSI left for you.
Working my whole life breaking my ass every cursed day,
looking forward to the day when I could finally retire,
but age requirements keep getting higher and higher.
Digging the garden, pulling the weeds,
that's all I was working towards,
but if I retire I'll have to,
live on a diet of cat food,
now that I'm 64.
*
Inspired by JAN ALLISON's When I'm 94,
but to be honest, in the past she has inspired me even more.
When I'm 94
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/beatles_parody___when_im_94___alternative_version_by_sillybilly_the_kidster_added_900916
Categories:
screwing, parody, song,
Form:
Rhyme
Having another crisis,
and feeling overwhelmed,
Kim stared at the bottle,
with all the pills,
feeling depressed and dismayed,
she felt she couldn't live another day…
Reaching for the bottle,
screwing off the lid,
she held her palm out
to catch a bunch of pills,
Sitting with them in her hand
on the couch, she thought,
"this is it," and was about
to put them in her mouth,
when all of sudden,
her door bell rang,
and putting the pills aside,
she temporarily postponed
her suicide...
Opening up her door,
stood an Avon lady,
saying to Kim,
"Hi hon, can I come in?"
Kim said "I guess so," with a weak grin,
Their conversation quickly turned
from make-up to Jesus,
Kim explaining to her,
that her life was such a mess,
the avon lady said she also
did Bible studies too,
and before she left
she gave Kim a new Bible,
her cell number,
and a scripture or 2,
Kim looked up the scriptures
and then she read
Jeremiah 1:5,
saying that God knew her
before she was formed
in the womb,
and then Matthew 11:28,
saying that if you pray to God,
that He will give you rest…
after reading those 2 scriptures,
she felt more at peace,
thinking maybe this was all just a test...
thanking God for that Avon ladies advice,
and for making her think twice
about taking her life.
Hebrews 13:2
This poem is dedicated to anyone who is thinking of suicide
and my older sister Patti who lost her son Joey 16 years ago to
suicide.
Categories:
screwing, faith, suicide,
Form:
Light Verse
her place smells like lavender
or violets
i've slept here many times before
but never well
never fitfully
alien atmosphere i suppose
the bare bulbs in the bathroom
kill my shadow
i'm a stranger in the kitchen
smoking weed on the couch
pissing in the tiolet
and screwing her in the shower
intimately removed
she wants me to move in
i miss her already
Categories:
screwing, introspection, life, lost love,
Form:
Free verse
Starting to wonder if anyone's here
I mean besides me and my lack of cold beer
It's too bloody 'ot to play in the garden
And the mowing can wait til it's cool
I was building a wharf but it kept getting harder
Sunshine 's nice but I got dizzy as 'ell
Power drivers are nice for screwing things up
But bending to lift them well I aint no pup
I tried t' work slower an' still gerrit done
But there's an impossible dream
Six cold bottles of water 'ave all disappeared
Swallered in one bloody gulp
I wore me ol' 'at but in spite 'r that
I think me brain's turnin' t' pulp
My sciatica's startin' t' scream
An' I'm doin' all this for the sake of some fish
Who really could live in the stream
The koi pond is pretty
There's no doubt o' that
and the wharf now just needs a few screws
It matches the bridge that I built in the Spring
Some muscular young time ago
Maybe some rum and coconut milk
Or a dash of iced mango and twist
Oooh I think that's a twinge in me wrist
Categories:
screwing, life, work, me, nice,
Form:
Bio
I don’t care about your colour
I don’t subscribe to the look of your face
Were all sisters and brothers and fathers and mothers,
Joined in the human race,
Open your curtains and turn on the news,
we’re surrounded by horror and hate
At a time when so much is so lost and abused,
Why are we screwing our fate,
Your gender your race your beliefs,
The choices that make you be you,
Are individually and perfectly great,
Because they’re completely and honestly true,
If we’re ethically and morally at war,
Then how will we ever move on,
We’re ruining what was given before,
Because we’re treating each other so wrong,
When your down or damaged or lost
And the noise of the world just blares,
Your not caring what barriers are crossed,
Your just grateful to know someone cares,
So people - please look around,
See the person living inside,
Because if we all make just a small effort,
Then never again need we hide.
Categories:
screwing, family,
Form:
Free verse
Kimo, haiku, couplet
Expectations Under Wraps on Christmas Eve
wild hammering and disciplined screwing
of elves in Santa’s workshop -
will toys be fiddled with…
an exotic sleigh
and a ho ho ho drives hard
through the dark of night
unlike the North Pole the blinking lights sleep
as Santa rides down in chimney sweep
Categories:
screwing, christmas,
Form:
Verse