Best Tranny Poems
Wrong!
A little boy plays football.
His parents call him a "tomboy".
He doesn't understand what it means.
Wrong!
The boy is now twelve.
His best friend gets her period.
And puberty hits him hard.
Wrong!
His friends put him in dresses and makeup.
His parents are proud of their "little girl".
He doesn't get why this is happening.
Wrong!
Freshman year he gets a laptop.
A friend convinces him to join Tumblr.
He feels acceptance.
Wrong!
He learns about gender and sexuality.
He is relieved and happy.
He is finally not alone.
Wrong!
His helpful friend,
Kills himself due to unaccepting family.
The boy feels alone again.
Wrong!
He goes shopping with his brother.
His brother calls the cute couple in the corner "fags".
The boy doesn't understand how love is wrong.
Wrong!
He starts to wear baggier clothes and bind.
People call him; "dyke", "tranny", and "lesbo".
He just wants to be called a man.
Wrong!
He has hopes and dreams for a future.
He just wants to be himself.
He just wants to be happy...
...But every single time,
he feels better about himself
He sees her in the mirror...
The lines have been drawn
The battle commenced
Each voter a pawn
Each party seems tensed.
They’ve argued the topics
All blurred the same lines
We muse on our prophets
Determine our swines.
Does one vote for their country?
Or just seek our own gain
Chasing lollies quite bluntly
Causing decades of drain.
You know no sweeties from strangers
Could ever end well
But in spite of the dangers
You’re tempted to kiss and not tell.
You’ve tried to do study
Policies, farming, and crime
Snatched beliefs from some buddies
Hell research on Facebook saves time.
Days to polling have dwindled
There’s claims of rich serving up poo
Yet when the economy’s swindled
Shucks, we’d work for a tranny named Sue.
Oh how the experts do surface
Daily their ranks seem to swell
Poems and posing’s are posted
It’s social media hell.
There’s calls for compassion
Never an end to the queue
Yet when they dole out the rations
It’s from my plate to you.
So we each vote for our promise
Mine? Well it really means well
To be frank and quite honest
I hope the reds go to hell.
There was an old tranny named Joe
who dressed as a nun and a 'ho',
both sides of the Bible,
both sacred and tribal,
he didn't know which way to go!
Fanny's flirts and flings had found her fickle fame,
She couldn't shed her shady shame off her name.
T'was more give than take,
Yet none for her sake -
Till one fond foreplay - Fanny finally came.
From there Fanny's fishy repute fell deep down,
Far, wide and beyond her native English town.
Not the faintest flirt
She would ever blurt -
Fanny from then came with a fret and a frown.
Fanny's infamous frenetic fellow Dick
Stood up and came to comfort Fanny real quick.
Dick and his glory
Left in a hurry -
Perpetuating plot - Fanny and the Prick.
To Dick's bewildered eyes it turned out Fanny,
In the grand scheme of thing was drag queen Tranny.
Dick ran for his life,
And back to his wife -
Scared, seldomly strayed from adoring Annie.
April 28, 2023
The month of February, ever since I can recall, is
known by most to celebrate Black History and all,
but every single year I always ponder, not to front,
just why our peoples' histories possess the shortest
month.
See if I ruled a perfect world I also shall declare, that
BHM, Black History Month extends to half the year,
with 1 month on and 1 month off I think that would be
fair, I'd also lock my hair inside a perfect world I
swear.
Now since I'd be the ruler making up new laws and
such, commit a crime against a child? I'd sew their
eyeballs shut,
and throw them in a tranny prison, worth the while or
what, with dudes I pray who'd make a birth canal
from out their butt.
I'd rule the world with iron fist my justice swift and
fair, when someone doesn't care someone will lift
them in the air
by ev'ry folicle of hair cause Lewisville is on a roll, in
fact forget the prisons dump these serpents in a
hole.
Stupidity not tolerated by a boy or girl, that's just the
way I'd do it if it were a perfect world,
and all drugs would be legal ev'ryday I'd bet that
quick, in Lewisville we'd grip a non-existent deficit.
There wouldn't be a homeless person anywhere in
sight, it'd be so safe to go and travel anywhere at
night,
cause crime also's not tolerated in or out of place,
forget the diggin ditches shoot these fools to outer
space.
I'd reach the people ev'ryday I'm sure you would
relate, there'd be no chance of rape just food and
drink with ev'ry plate,
my nation would be touted on this planet as a great,
no chicken wings and fries we'd dine on rice pilaf
and steak.
A young Barack Obama running things with my
Michelle, for criminals of Lewisville a fate designed
in H31l,
or worse if I prevailed it's just a thought so let it twirl,
around your head it'd happen, living in my perfect
world.
There was an old tranny named Joe
who dressed as a nun and a who',
both sides of the Bible,
both sacred and tribal,
he didn't know which way to go!
It is amazing how many super important people there are in my hometown!
At almost any intersection, I will be eclipsed by at least 2-3 individuals who are cooler
Than I could ever aspire to think to become.
Lately I see them everywhere!
They look just like the people on the covers of those high quality magazines I see
In line at the grocery store when I am buying my crate of ramen noodles, and
The 4 for $5 Bar-S brand hot dogs.
I can't help but to think, "WOW! Why haven't I seen any of these people on t.v. yet?"
My adulation for people like Newton, the Incas, Brahmms, Klimt has been misplaced!
Just when I felt like a wart infested slug for my lack of awareness,
A gracious miracle occurred:
This girl/woman/tranny pulled up next to me at a long traffic light.
She wore those wonderful Jackie-o knock offs that almost cover the entire face,
Making her nose look like this teensy-weensy little button!
The a.c. blew her hair around like she was in a photo shoot, and
After removing the cell phone that had neurally implanted itself to her head,
She stared straight ahead, as if in a trance.
I was sure that she was probably in deep thought concerning ways to feed starving babies,
Or contemplating the lines for her next secret audition that only she knows about.
Once the light turned chartreuse, she accelerated like a photon;
This is when I noticed the scintillating rims that resembled the UFO that I communicated with
Down by irrigation ditch the day before.
This was a sign... I had to catch up with her and share this knowledge!
I followed her the length of the city until she finally pulled
Her behemoth into some swanky day spa that had no airs of pretentiousness whatsoever.
It was weird because as I approached her vehicle, I began to sputter and stammer
All of my words; I even began to inexplicably lurch as I walked towards her.
When she saw me her eyes widened to the size of coffee saucers, and
The next thing I knew was there were these wires attached to my chest!
Suddenly I was dreaming of the time I ate mushrooms and touched a frayed cord
On an alarm clock.
When I awoke on the hot asphalt, my seraph had vanished into a mid afternoon haze.
I had to give a toothy smile though- I knew that my body just couldn't handle the intensity
Of her heavenly nimbus!
There was an old tranny named Joe
who dressed as a nun and a ho',
both sides of the Bible,
both sacred and tribal,
he didn't know which way to go!
Bruce/Caitlyn
© Ben Burton 7/14/2015
Arthur Ashe was more than brilliant
As a man and tennis ace
Now, along comes Caitlyn Jenner
Gets a trophy with his name
PCI's call her heroic
Much the same as Michael Sam
But that closet door's been open
Since Ashe won his three Grand Slams
Now, with every new emergence
POTUS gives each one a ring
Glorifying their great courage
For revealing private things
How can Bruce accept an ESPY
For renouncing what he was
Caitlyn opts to be a tranny
How is that a noble cause?
Hope Bruce Jenner will remember
Had he come out years ago
Wealth and fame would turn to cinder
For the world would not have known
Who she is
Just like him
Jolly rancher bought a car with no wheels,
with no tranny, no fenders, and no seals
he has prepared horsepower
and the platform was a dour
but he just couldn't reject the cowboy deals!
Written: May 1st, 2022
3TH PLACE CONTEST WINNER
High Noon Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May
Checked by HMS.COM
Lines 1, 2, and 4 Have 10 Syllables each
Lines 3 and 4 Have 7 syllables each
I can't seem to take a vacation
No matter how hard I try
Boys joining the army
Girls hormones on the fly
Ford needs a tranny
Chevy needs a clutch
Mustang needs a starter
Grand Prix needs a water pump...not much
My Dodge, my baby
Now the kids use every day
I'ts keeping me here
I wanna go play
After 40 years of
Living a hectic life
In need a break f from being a mom
Being an ex-wife LOL
I guess maybe when I'm 50
I can get away
From all the things now
That are making me stay
I’m Back
I’m back to the hotel in Springfield, Illinois.
Safe travels and great
Time on the I-55 time machine.
Old friends came along with me,
Smells of hot
Rubber, and gasoline.
New sights, some in burning
Memory, some
Schmeered across the
Windscreen of my mind.
Felt my daddy’s calm
Fall upon me somewhere
Between the wheel and
The leather.
How he loves to drive
Sitting within me as
We dream and remember
Dreaming.
Somewhere on this road
Is a place of peace
And power -
A place where skin
Meets
Turning tarmac.
‘Round the corner and
Over the Earth’s curve
Horses to hand-holds
White lines to guide
Us.
Thrumming rhythms of
Expanding gas
Reverberate within our
Chest…
And time stands still
While our spirits
Fly
Together
Out into the cooling
Flows of the rivers
Of time.
His calming spirit
Is always smiling.
His love of life
Is joy within me.
Only for a second,
And chased after for
Hours,
Visions of his beaming
Smile and crooked
Teeth fill me with
Exploding love, pushing
Out the fear and pain.
Only the harmonies of
Throaty pipes and tires’ humming
The Zen of life behind
The wheel with my
Dad.
I know I can tell you
This….
He loves my connection
To the cars we have chosen.
They are only machines
Like me, strong and
Powerful and free,
But destined to
Failure and sweet memory.
A hemi – a chassis,
A tranny quick and sure.
Boom, roar! Off
We go into the
Slip stream of time
Again.
The house mourns now that she has gone
Desperately I dig through her cabinet to find anything to hold on.
My dewy gaze lands upon her glitter eyeshadow.
Mesmerized, I put it and my eyes lit up like rainbow
Unaware, the devil stood behind me with his eyes filled with rage
“Stop this at once! Act like the boys your age!”
He struck me across the face and labelled me an abomination
No boy I knew liked glitter eyeshadow so must be true I thought, the allegation.
Bruised and bleeding I hid from him in the closet of hers
Found two angels with broken wings and wrinkled skin in the drawers.
The old rusty sprites started singing songs of freedom and fight
“We are everywhere! Those of us who like glitter!” said one with all their might.
Every day I would sit there and learn of my identity
Knowing there are people like me in the world gave me serenity
As it sang its last tune, I realized they were left to me by mother
She knew I’d need them one day after she’s gone, in the hope to save me the fate I suffer.
The stained papyrus armed me with spells enchanted
If it wasn’t for them, I would have been locked forever with my knowledge scanted.
With a purple heart, I get out because now the devil scared me not
I walk proudly out of the house knowing I’m not made to rot.
“Do you not care what the people call an unnatural?” asked the devil shocked
“Look! He’s a tranny!..is how you will be remarked.”
“Its not He. Its She” placidly said I and left him dismayed.
Freedom and identity were the weapons handed down for my aid
By warriors who put their words in books unafraid.
...But while talking at a diner on day
Autumn happened to make a remark
that being a woman meant giving life,
that pregnancy could bring joy to the heart.
She didn’t know a tranny sat behind her,
a man who pretended he was a girl,
he/she reported Autumn’s errant talk,
and down cashing came Autumn’s whole world.
She was arrested for assigning gender,
her intentions served as no defense,
saying the womanhood may mean children
was deserving of strict punishment!
Autumn protested, she tried to make clear
that she counted herself among the left,
wasn’t left enough to silence the mob,
they wanted scalps and scalps they would get.
Worse still the prisons, now overflowing
with souls convicted of heinous thought crimes,
were not enough, so works camps were opened,
she was sent to slave in a copper mine.
Ten hours a day, just bread and water,
doing labor that made the joints hurt,
no chance for a lawyer, she was now ‘fascist,’
things like justices such ‘kinds’ didn’t deserve.
It got worse still when the guards noticed her,
decided that they wanted to play,
now instead of hauling ore all the time
she was merely brought aside and raped.
By the time that first awful year was over
three times had poor Autumn miscarried,
between the rough treatment, and not being fed,
she had lost so much weight it was scary.
One morning she went out to the pit’s edge,
staring down eight hundred feet below,
with not a single emotion on her face
she stepped forwards and let herself go.
They tossed her body into a mass grave,
acted as if Autumn never were.
She wouldn’t defend the freedom of others,
so none were left to stand up for hers.
Classes on tranny and ***** diversity
universities reek of perversity
Discrimination abounds all around
save if your skin's black or brown
Tuition hikes obscene, naked robbery
flaunt luxury dorms and diners, effete snobbery
Not a smidgen on learning or teaching in glittering reports
just facilities upgrades, data analytics in sports
Grade inflation boosts illiteracy ever higher
agree or disagree ~ at least I'm no liar