Catcalling Poems - Poems about Catcalling

...I’m standing in the common room, turning in circles. I’ve so many things to do, all at once, I can’t figure out which way to jump. A time management problem, I suppose, maybe I should have taken that......

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... Hey, For you, it started Sunday night. For me, on Friday, it came to light. It’s dumb that I didn’t see the signs. How could I miss those warning lines? Yes, I was in love, it's true......

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...david looks at the guy big very big Intelligent not dumb at all fast for his size athletic the young man picks up a pebble looks ruefully at his crappy sling The crowds going wild j......

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...When I was with my mates, my pals, in my age - in that ageless era, idiots all. We had fine old rollicking times. We had Vespa's and Lamberti's then we had Norton's and Triumphs leather and ......

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...More than the catbird hate the cat. More than sunshine hates the night. That day, I hated you more. I went; she's crazy to think love above Allah. I was this close from catcalling you. I'm......

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...We went back to my house, our hands not holding but lively nerves under our clothes still slow groping the unseen. The moon raced ahead of us like a thirsty dog. Mama wet her knickers earlier......

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...Once upon a midnight silent In the Cat's house Meow Rabbiting the thought of the cats So distracting 'Cats!' said I, 'thing of chat.' Huh? Waz tat Rats My passion is the Pekinese coc......

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...A lonesome child sat on the beach Building a sand castle Sitting with his spade and bucket He was deeply engrossed in the play A bunch of big boys hovering near by Playing volley ball They we......

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...They tell me that I must avoid feminism. They tell me that feminism makes me hate men. They tell me as a feminist no man will like. They tell me all about misandry and not about misogyny and afte......

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...They climbed resuming the mongrel form, The twelve. A catcalling mob burdened by sympathetic stimulants, Procured from the neck. Yippering yowls break from a youth, Torn from thick, incongruous l......

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