Hooker Poems - Poems about Hooker

Lily is quite a looker She dresses like a hooker Dave made a mistake Asking her for a date Her husband is a bouncer named Butcher...

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He mistook her for a hooker And you bet, she’ll not forget Thought she’s painted, she ain’t tainted ...

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He was hooked by bleach blond fish Only concerned with his Onyx deed and red tie to please Kinda dumb to be at Ease Really Trump is a rump...

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I’ve known the streets: Places where the night lingers and the echoes of passing cars feel distant. My feet have grown accustomed to the dim-lit alleys. I walked past shuttered windows when the city slept, listening for the familiar footsteps that come and go. I leaned against the brick walls, my breath clouding in the cold air,...

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Destiny good Destiny bad Destiny bring out the Best in Me Destiny know I ain't got a phone She give me one & call me incessantly I met a hooker named destiny she gave me a johns phone You try to find your lost phone & it takes you to Johns home She's a Looker, Come on bro how hard...

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What's the difference between a rooster and a hooker? A rooster says- "Cock-a-doodle-doooo" A hooker says- "Any-cock-will-doooo"...

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Remain polite she's only a friend Do not judge you do not know the end Only come at her request, no surprises keep it best Keep what you see deep inside She does what she does only to survive When she gives what she gives take it in stride Little things add up as you set them aside You ask "Does she...

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(Sonnet for Indian Lake) I met a young girl on Saint Patrick’s Day. She was looking for something important To fill in the void she was dealing with. She was pleased when I offered my content. I rented a house on a scenic lake, And worked very hard to give her a home. It didn’t take long till the tide came...

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I went in and Sioja was ready for me. Before we started I introduced myself and put the cash on the table. Pay before enjoying the goods. Sioja was orange skinned and had purple hair. It was all natural as was the third eye in the middle of her forehead. This was brilliant green and...

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Tricolor yarn soft as a baby Do I knit or do I crochet? Slip stitch, one knit, one purl Scarves, booties, and blanket One stitch at a time Soft and pretty So much joy Hooker Fun...

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Boiling shells crack down hard upon raining rooftops None doth any apparitional material cover upon her arrogant gift She hast not laid down upon her last upstanding Glass convails images of the inconceivable Throwing away the Sun in blackened sickness No guilt, no shame, Unfeeling the inevitable eternal despisement Swarms choking the insides with a blanket They whisper in...

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The craziest thing I have ever done Is dress like a hooker in an off-the-shoulder sweater, and the tightest, lightest baby blue hip hugger, bellbottoms, in order to procure the lead to the senior play. I had to sneak out of the house, dressed in red lipstick and false eyelashes. I am a Bible-belt girl, and belting out the Bible was...

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There she was a dancer up on stage swaying seductively to the crowd's rage but in her mind and heart she was really quite shy and years passed further apart then the suggestive men's eyes. To the dance of body rhythms run her childlike youth succumbed to the lustful ardor void and inner beauty spurned stole her innocence destroyed leaving impassioned bodies burned in lieu of the...

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mark the one willing to explore... a hero within our mist, complete me compete thee the hour divides Calm down..calm down the turning of the tide Halen, Hendrix & Page broken windows mark your age visible creative rage... frozen Tundra late night number..., look deeper crunch of the familiar lonesome tiger, heaven in side her walk to the meeting in seek of a kingdom treasure with your coat on in use of the magic fog Bronco...

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out on the street faces to meet tricks for a screw a parting few the mixmaster or the tumbleweed a careless deed heroin took my next of kin let me be the first to begin again She works on the dock past 8th Street and 12 North snorts a line or two before she screws she's a slave of the street coupled with...

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