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What can I do?
To fight these urges
In my adult life, I have no luck
No luck with love
But my body needs to
But I can't disappoint God
Nor give Satan the power
So what can I do
To fullfill my Sexual desire
The beating in my chest
the urge to rub a womans breast
and rubbing her feet would also be best
I can't be a pimp
Compare to my male friends
I feel like a useless wimp
I have tons of urges and kinks
I can have sex in weeks
I love to mingle
But I am single
I'm not getting yonger
I'm getting older
My urges feel like a roller-coaster
I feel horny each time I'm awake
I don't know how much I can take
The atmosphere was alive and palpable,
surreal really
as the aegean blue of electrons after a
summer downpour, where the crickets take a short reprieve to zen the petrichor.
The little company looked one to another,
spellbound by the new revelations. "Hillary and the People's Enslavement by China better not try
and hoard my food, buying farmland through
Bill Gates (their dojoboy). Said LizPiggo, "I can't take another hundred or so food processing plant
spontaneous accidents", she added, her jowls
and upper arm fat flapping feverishly.
"Why can't America grow food and fertilizer for Americans!?" With that, Chuck Shroomer and Nancy Mamosi kicked through the door with four ATF cartel members. "Not so fast,
everybody's hands where we can see them!"
"Nice and easy", hissed Nancy.
Penney replied indignantly, "no, it's actually
a home salon blend concocted by my former pimp!",
she shot Silky a look. (Silky understood he was
now HER beach).
"No, you stupid Christian sympathizers, redneck trailer trash! You'll be right at home in my FEMA trailers, haha!" Nancy was smudging her clown makeup in livid possession through pharmakeia. Her dark circles merged with the dark shadows, and also her eye shadows.
Penney fidgeted under the table unbeknownst to
the six traitors before them, pulling a Desert Eagle
out from somewhere. Before flashing
and thus distracting the agents, Penney
had handed the gun over to LizPiggo who
blew the agent's brains out in impending starvation
fueled rage! She was as animated as a Man trying to transition as a Woman at "show and tell"-hour at a grade school!
Chuck and Nancy scattered like cockroaches to
the other rooms then disappeared out into the
darkness...
Form:
Stomped down reprogrammed
I like eggs don't like ham
Spam have to be turkey sized
Milk down buttered based biscuits rose high down size
Chopped phones all lies
Recorded conversations tripped up tap sized
Revised
Stem down legacy
Clorox germs toxicology
Results clear found bacteria made ironically cloned see
Genetically caster sized down grated pole
Seize the day with hard clay
Drones with no way
Watching people filtrate
Castrate cows without hooves
Jail cells cruel bills
Operated and over sized
Built down with blind eyes
Test thy legs and brain size
Tissue blown up pimp died
Hair follicles stripped clean
Down the drain nipped bean
Boxed with no socks
Troll pay been popped
Clash titans guilt stopped
Too tall chop shops
Who looses without pay
Clock in pro tops
Raise checks been cropped
Wage been dropped
Paused sales real not
Vote count been boxed
Hidden messages cleaned hot
Hits climbed all charts
One hit no mark down streets broke hearts
No love hall cops
Flash light wanna be’s
Mixed drinks without leaves
Watered down dramatically
Stage ran into pros
Bullet shot there it goes
No name been marked around schools and ball parks
Bent in stood up
No mark shirt cuffed
Shocked drilled theses signs
Result action abused mind
Hypnotic case finds
Who it be who made time
Follow flows without cuffs
Who abused us
Repeat, Repeat measures making cakes without cups
Gus got all of those who were allowed to attend
and "available" settled in around his big oak table.
He even put in an extra leaf to accomodate,
so there was enough space to keep from
slap fights and infighting of kin. He handed out
charmingly and diplomatically, the swami hats each containing an indian feather and a bedazzle kit- stone standard. He didn't have time to personalize
a moniker, this would have to do in a pinch.
Speaking of pinching weiners, Gus had to go to the bathroom, and was potty dancing and squinching,
this whole seance thing and having the floor for
everyone's attention was getting him excited.
On his way to the bathroom, he noticed Silky had
already fashioned his into a pimp hat,
cocked to the side as he slapped Penney for good measure to help break the hat in.
Penney fashioned hers into a pirate hat and shot Silky a look of smug mutiny. Kenny was too busy dealing
Vatican 2 pedopriest some product to personalize his for the moment. Gus pulled the hat from LizPiggo's
mouth and made his way, forgetting he locked
Nancy and Chuck in there and took a two story wiz
out the window. What a story! they were embarking
on indeed, was all he could think about,
except for the fact that he couldn't use the kitchen
sink because he couldn't find his step stool and
the arc of his stream no matter how proficient his trajectory would go all over the floor on re entry
unless he jumped toward the sink in the final throes.
He remembered what happened last time.
Wet floors and jumping were a wicked mix.
After he heard the voices seemingly coming from somewhere close "out there", he shook
the distraction off
and resolved to get back in there and get this seance underway. The spirits needed him !...
Form:
Bowing to the East,
a sacred obligation,
comforting
and curious forehead down
to kiss this humble ground
of ego's straight supremacy
Including fat white men
buttocks up
and yintegrity open to receive
To imagine Allah's horniest Tao
amid straightest men
together worshiping Earth's political ground
of cultural becoming
Imaging an invisible economic hand
to massage
message
market
sell and buy and rent,
pimp out and plug in
inspire and respire and expire
speak and listen healthy/pathology signs
and root sensory communication systems
dissociated from ****/oral pleasures
and distended
recessive YangProjectile envy
never prayed
For PatriTheist's great dualdark
win/win transeminal figuration
swelling,
then withdrawing paradise,
like breath
and surf
and in/ex-codependent biformation
Climaxing humane/divine's Allahmin Integrity
without straight male overprivileged impatience
and left brain dominant expression,
extending poly-symphonic power and pleasure
beauty light
multiculturing fertility
reflectively withheld from aggressive foreheads
Gone
To receive sacred manly grace
beyond mere mortal
health-wealthing sensory freedom
for capital-raising
praising
saving authentic co-empathic face
Of Divine cooperation
ecopolitically
polytheistically praying
for bountiful
beautiful protruding co-predation
Whole Open SexSystemic fetal
on man's reclining
enveloped in worshiping knees
made for yintegral male/femate
feral
fertile imagination
Five times per homo-sapient day,
whether he needs it
or wants Allah not
non-dualistic pole through hole
through depolarizing whole
neuro-systemic NonZero binomial
nonviolent SafeZones
For root-systemic health
tipping pointed prime chakra
root communication
in SacRed Hearted resilience
Polyculturing wealth
of metaphoric language choice
through humble worshiping grace face
effaced
Front and back proud male bodies
out and in erased
dominantly disgraced
Misplaced sacred temple
resurrection.
The patrons moved by her angelic harp, never knowing her endless suffering...
FALLING
her silver harp
plinks and plucks
her mind dull
with angel hair
falling
her satin white robe
darkened with soot
the sole of a pimp
imprinted on it
with fine print
underneath
“keep playing”
her calloused fingers
plink and pluck
ground down to the nub
a puddle of blood
at the harmonious base
the symphony hails her
as a progeny case
“she never stops playing”
the fame of this place
like a cornstalk grows
the crowds ballyhoo
as ethereal crows
stalk
‘tis hell for her
as they cheer and praise
her mangled tears
falling
on deaf ears
the spirits magnify
this lost cause
with never ending applause
she begs with her feathery tongue
“please, please, please”
but they cackle with black strap molasses brew
the brouhaha of her superior selection
strums and slices
delicately ices
her fate
6/18/2019
Moans of hers pierce once again the silent night.
Soars on her body put to shame stars alight.
She joins her hands and mumbles, still with faith!
What is inside this body frail, marred; almost a wraith?
What kept her alive over youth wasted in pain,
While hope in these dark gruesome streets, a vain?
Pleasure is abundant for all the lusting sick!
But what uncommon in her yearnings to pick;
Security or self esteem, respect or tenderness…
Another night with another; her plight endless.
Surprisingly this night, things decide to be different;
He talks to her;a shadow in a corner, she listens reverent,
Till the moon fades and dawn breaks through
Haggard curtains of her room shabby, all construe
She is but a helpless who is to live ever a wimp.
By the sunset however, the yellow teeth pimp
With disdain, opens her door and at her he jeers;
A chauffeur driven car, with him, in the yard steers.
Bought she was at the price placed, to forever
Live in her old rich man's home who wants nothing but ever
To be listened to and looked after in all honesty.
She has it all what she wished for; a change of destiny.
She crosses her fingers and looks at the sky,
“Who says God does not listen to our soul’s cry!”
18/07/16
Contest: Denouement
The man in black alit from the stagecoach that hot and sultry day.
With his hat he brushed dust from his suit as he surveyed old Santa Fe.
He pulled his hat down over his eyes as he strode to the nearby saloon.
Who was this mysterious stranger? A gambler or a business tycoon?
There was a prominent bulge under his coat where a pistol might be.
He carried a fine leather valise, its contents provoking curiosity!
He was clad in the finest cloth and was built like an old rugged oak,
Wore white linen, fine leather boots, topped off with a stylish cloak!
He sat down with a sigh, took off his hat and ordered a bottle of rye.
He took not a nip but said, "Fellows, step up! A drink for you I'll buy!"
That was unusual - free booze - they scarcely knew what to think!
But the town rabble and ne'er-do-wells flew to his table for a drink!
In the meantime, the sheriff received word about this new man in town.
He rushed to the saloon with hands on his rods to calm things down!
"What's yer business here, pilgrim? I don't want any trouble!
If you're here to gamble or pimp, you kin leave town on the double!"
"Calm down, mister sheriff! I aim to help you in maintaining the peace!
To deal with those who flaunt the law and help crime to decrease!
May I introduce myself, sir. I'm the Reverend Mister Percival Brown,
And I aim to settle here and build a Presbyterian church in your town!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
She’s a lyrical dame with a sexy refrain
Creeping cat-like out of the dark,
Crossing the high bridge, the wind at her back,
On the hunt like a hammerhead shark.
She caters fetishes, routine and ritual,
Plus a few that are rather unique.
She’ll treat your fever with high-grade medicinals
On the banks of the fabled French Creek.
She performs all the obvious favors
That involve the way a vixen behaves.
And when you crave a particular flavor
She consents like a rented-out slave.
She’s a practical dame with a sorry refrain
Slinking sideways into your bed.
Making hard things simple as summer rain
While clearing the space in your head.
And should you consider the hand she’d been dealt
When her pimp turned her out on the strip,
Consenting transactions are all well and good,
But you might also leave her a tip.
Trick Tangled Her
She came to Hawaii with palm trees, blue seas, white beaches
in her eyes and naivety, where her innocence and youth robbed
by a date, masked as a pimp, who beat her to make money for him.
In silence she cried as she walked hell's streets, coerced by him
and his fists and the effects of cocaine, making her immune to
countless johns, their filth, where she bowed in his control.
Her world sadly rocked, turning from a little pebble, who had
postcards settings replaced with images in her mind now of being
ravished at both ends, badly, where her tears sadly perpetuate.
connie pachecho
8/23/17
Inspired from reading entries to the Form T contest.