Long Pedophilia Poems

silent issues

humanity
and the hypocrisy
of soft tissues

openly
running out of paper rolls
secretly
disgrace on humanity's cheeks silently rolls

there's a monument
on earth
to the unknown soldier

there's a monument
in the firmaments
to the unknown child 

a well known secret

a hood by night...

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...He kept looking for Asian boys,
and kept trying to set her up,
went out of the way to make things
for Lin and I exceedingly rough.
But Lin had found a make she liked,
and by my side she...

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I’ve noticed the popular opinion-
Aided, of course, by all forms of media
From novelizations to song lyrics-
That high school boys
Are cuter, smarter, and nicer.
Now, I’ll be the very first to admit
That they get significantly
More physically appealing.
And...

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The dark rooms of my mind take me to a new place every night,
This place beams of sunshine, with beautiful sight.
This feeling is indeed real, but far from reality,
Still, this place thrives my personality.

This is...

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Hillary is cooked Bills time not overlooked
Their crimes way overbooked
Democrats and Republicans alike
Caught on a barbed hook
Americans don't need another look
The Clinton Foundation indicted like crooks
We didn't hire any of them to cook the books

I'm...

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(unsettled conscience beckons expunging)

Upon espying aesthetically pleasing lass
(considerably younger than me),
middle aged ma'am, or classy older woman
impetuousness overtakes rationality
courting acquaintanceship constituting

aforementioned type female
these premature ejaculations
blindside yours truly
upon comfort level
of unfamiliar lady recipient,

(especially years gone by
with...

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We see them sitting in towers
carved from ‘learned’ ivory,
insulated by their tenure
from the world of reality,
poisoning their students minds,
putting bad ideas in their heads,
the kind that in a century
left one hundred million souls dead.
They know...

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It’s December, it’s foggy and rainy, but that fits. Of course, a rainy Saturday means gathering in the common room with my roommates and watching either “The Hunger Games” or “Twilight.” Leong’s never seen Twilight,...

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like the man Shakespeare said hell is empty and all the devils are here
like a man I shook my spear but nothing's there I swear
I'm not sure if I got Shakespeare's message clear
if Im to...

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Strophe

The polygamist had a big house                             ...

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shootings are on the up rise
and multiple killings are the latest fad
the streets are getting darker 
and the world has gone completely mad
total anarchy, assassinations, murder and mayhem
the streets are getting darker
but when will it...

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Land of the Free, Home of the Brave
Countless selfless sacrifices straight to the Grave
Disgracing with benevolent agenda trying to break our very Constitution
America has become a damn Mental Institution
No man gets left behind
Where was safe...

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Heaven's (to Betsy) dis allow
wing danger fields vow
wing to protect and bless 
     beasts and children – endow
wing inadequate livingsocial 
     egads, fore-fend, now
a days such simultaneous...

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I had the opportunity to observe the transformation of men into women.
 I had the opportunity to witness the transition of women becoming men.
 I have seen the Republic of Enlightenment allow minors to have...

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I stay late to steal the night air to owl cry, looking on the virgin ideas to rainfalls. August augmented my hope to millennium laughter. Bell rings to escort the escapees from scandals to bloom...

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Ince St. Child
by Michael R. Burch 
 
When she was a child
in a dark forest of fear,
imagination cast its strange light
into secret places,
scattering traces
of illumination so bright,
years later, she could still find them there,
their light...

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Accursed still, be the cursed rapist
Who in blind pedophilia
Prey upon our little girls.
Condemned still, be the condemned satyr
Who, in sadistic cannibalism
Pounce upon our little sisters!

Alas, the tears!
Bitter salty tears that gulley to waste
The soft cheeks...

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Here in suburbia - anywhere,
it's easy to be almost happy.
We have time and permission
to talk to neighbors, wave at strangers
as we stroll our leafy streets,
          ...

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