Best Whorish Poems

She could be ----

   whatever she wanted to be.....

Cause the seas mighty with storm

   to scorn the shores of whorish men,

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An I am of Love is precept approved,
Doesn’t need approval of concepts' inept,
Doesn’t need the nod of man/woman, only God,
By precept of love’s absolve soul’s...

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Is There No Shame?

Watching as people go by is a joy I find
People, so many, of such different kind
Yet, over the years as time has...

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The past can’t tell the future; I'd almost forgotten this,
The past six years had brought me higher yields than average,
Though expectations soared, now nada, nothing,...

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Grace Paces in four faces
…………………..
Graces in four faces 
of trinity, three paces
 living in life races
a lion, a calf, a man, an eagle
A flying eagle…
complete...

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How the thought of her smiling, sick, rude face
     repels me. What ever was I thinking?
My time lost in her sickening...

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"Dissection of the Ass Whooping"
by:  Eric L. Boddie

Congratulations to you for winning the election
But when you campaign for this ass whooping, you hate the...

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Crazy lady with model outfits – what now? You’ll see in a moment *hint* she’s a taker, not a giver ~!
Hah! She’s straight-out self-confident –...

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REMEMBER 
          My love.            ...

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Buxom blonde, eyelashes long
Cabaret singer
Belting out a bawdy song

She’s a dead ringer
Pure sex too
For 50’s lounge singer

Sensual boobs, wig so thick
My most calm boy
Made up...

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As I stood before the porcelaneous basin,
And streamed into its already uric and xanthous-stained depths,
A stain, a sight and a liquid yet yellower and more...

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I would not spare a vacuous moment
For those dregs at winter's end.
I would not honor their enchantments
With an effort to pretend.
I gladly fight against the...

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Absurdity walked this path of a whorish lane,
Dauntingly decked in a dark seductive  garb
Egregiously seeks the thrones by craftiness,  
Nebulous transverse for the...

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"When a man who is drinking neat gin starts talking about his mother he is past all argument."

C.S. Forester's "The African Queen”

MOTHER
(A MUTTERING)

My sweetheart gin...

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Man once was a sacred human species
Who learned strife using earth’s forms of  pieces

From beastly logic of his minds own fiction
Came his illusions of...

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