Long House of ill repute Poems

The Gospel according to The Bluesman
Gianni watched the clouds move in
Closed his window for the rain
It was spring and that meant
That it was gonna storm again

He looked out at the street outside
He saw a man...

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From Nabob of Junagarh, of Nizam— 
Collecting tax on cotton and the kind, 
The taxing job having strained of my calm, 
I’d stayed at a quiet place, though haunted 
And scary, a lovely place no...

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He rode in to Santa Fe one summer day on a broken-down, sweaty nag.
All he owned was the clothes on his back and the Bible in his saddle bag.
He wore a suit of black, an...

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At center of soul,
Lien my  wealth  of gold,
In the bible,
You’re very well liable,
To see gold,
In centerfold,
Of soul,

Not in centerfold ,
Of playboy, so bold,
Not in scorn of porn, magazine,
The mind thinks so keen,
Not in...

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 Homeless, destitute with nothing more then a backpack and cigarettes 
down the rabbit hole she went, no linen tablecloths just stricken wood,  
in a house of ill repute;.
She could not refuse the hunkering...

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Doc Holliday truly amazing
Sick to death and two six guns blazing
Though his blasting appeared not to be phasing
The calmness of his gelding equine’s grazing

This be the glory, how the west was won
By house of ill...

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I strolled through the local cemetery the other day
And here are some epitaphs I observed along the way:

Cletus O'Toole lies herein
Too much boozing done him in!

Here lies a gambler molding in his crypt
Odds are he...

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In New Orleans for some highjinks.
Here to rally ‘round the flag.
She’ll be open to suggestion
When I’ve got her bound and gagged.
I won’t need to solve the riddle 
Of the chicken or the egg
To distinguish first...

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The Failure
When I was bored with sea life
and walked ashore in Santiago
I could find no work except in house of ill repute
throwing out the rebellious and for some reason
became a father confessor to the women,...

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Something New


I would like to buy a brand new shirt
So I can attract that silly mini-skirt
I’m tired of being a funny flakey flirt
Even knowing I’m an all-out introvert

I would like to buy brand new shoes
With...

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On a dark gloomy street at the very end
across the river close to where the road takes a bend,
there's an old tattered mansion whose splendor was glorious in days of old.
It is said to have...

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The fun at a house of ill repute

I sat down with the best intention to write about flowers
love and bees, this made me think the whore house had plastic flowers
and that is apt as it...

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When a Bordello was fun 

I sit down with the best intention to write about flowers
and love which made me think the whore houses tend to have
plastic flowers and that is apt as it is
not...

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ILL REPUTE

It was a house of ill repute 
And though the occupants were cute
(Or so I gather second-hand,
I haven’t visited, you understand)
The local residents agreed
That, though such places served a need,
They really didn’t think it...

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Waterway
When I saw the river it was not new to me I had often
seen it my dreams, its brownish water steadily seeking the ocean
and unquestionable becoming inconsequent.

It was obeying the law of the nature and...

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(for Scarlets of the world)

Scarlet was born in a house of ill repute.
She learnt early how to use lipsticks, and
Dreams never visited her.

Enslaved by carnivorous nights,
Her heart feared to fly, but
Accompanied her to the church.

One...

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You got your blue slip on Zezes that Zeses ala ala BEll
Play music right boys  you nasty boys Play the music
right boys you nasty boys Zezes has her blue slip on
in the  white...

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