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Premium Member A Rainbow Faerie In a Butterfly World

She was a rainbow faerie 
in a butterfly world.
Where faeries were shunned
Considered gossips, thieves,
Ignored, pulled down, 
jeered at 
due to the butterflies’ preconceived notions
and belief in antiquated myths 

They had grown up thinking their rights
were the only ones that mattered.
They had been taught at mama’s knees
that rainbow faeries were pussies,
who despised butterflies, moths, and damselflies.
They had been taught to hate rainbow faeries
with a passion that can only be taught by butterflies.

Some thought that rainbow faerie was a throw
back from the times when rainbow faeries crossed
the picket lines and pulled off butterfly wings,
crumbling them into a delicacy 
which they ate on oatmeal pies
and hot fudge sundaes.
Others had no clear stories
at all, just knew to loathe her kind.

Rainbow faerie tried in vain to find 
at least one butterfly who would believe in rainbow faerie goodness.
Who would give her a chance to show her kindness and empathy.
She made it her mission to find one
butterfly who would listen, and she found Bulba, a newborn
Who she educated secretly to see her soul-self, 
who was going to give rainbow faeries a chance.
Bulba loved her, and adored her, and was the
only butterfly who could see Rainbow Faerie.
They were happy together for five years.
Then Bulba went to school.

Due to the pressure from her
peers, Bulba had to let go of her knowledge
of Rainbow Faerie. She was tromped on and spit on.
Her classmates rebuked her, and jeered at her.
She was an outcast until she came around to their
way of thinking.  She became a fierce loather of
Rainbow fairies, so she could fit in. 
She soon was telling them fantastic stories
of what she had done to rainbow faeries.
Her brain turned.

One night after school, 
to prove her worth, she took an assault
rifle and killed Rainbow Faerie in front 
of the school, showing her deep respect
for their preconceived notions and fear of
rainbow faeries.  She felt sad for a few
seconds, but then she went back inside to
shape her playdough into a beautiful sign
for an NRA rally, and she was a hero, and all was well.


Gut Feeling

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and story's left unsaid said spoke Mandy's please Im pissing offf the managment, Chrissy damn well slip into a ****ing a man speaking serious now, Champs too, and who the **** is she? trying chances in a chandas challenge, falling behind well u silent, thinking i could never say more till i say less, as I pledge my blood on theses streets forever, I cant seem simpleminded in your head im a new hate, im raw thug talk no baby im beating demons better careflight these pussies, and there right b4 me, is the main presentation. I switch my flow and i spoke in Satin, condolences there I see the hurt in my family eyes, Dealt a challengen man, felt the weight of the actual burden is very heavy,
Very scary if u never ignored lasers dots, On the mic creating Jaxwax my product recomends to refuse a haters offer
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Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Here Come the Trumpliguns

Here come the Trumpliguns The Trumpliguns
They have turned the USA upside down with their funs.
An insurrection incited by a US President and his sons
Is only part of the agenda of the Trumpliguns.

The Trumpliguns The Trumpliguns.
They have a TV show that distorts facts for funs.
Fake news is okay as long as it is on that station.
I am in a school, so not telling my location.

The Trumpliguns The Trumpliguns.
Money means more than the lives of daughters or sons.
The Trumpliguns The Trumpliguns.
They will kill us all before they are done.

But it will be okay as long as the senators get their money.
It is all about wealth, don’t you know, Honey?
And fraud, corruption, and talking about pussies too.
Is just something we Trumpliguns often do.
usa
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Igor needs a bigger lab IX

Don is the ultimate user
His deals seal you as a loser 
When Trump holds the cards
The lives now in shards
Bear witness he’s an abuser

The Don has a trick to reveal
He’ll dick you and cancel your deal
Like hands on your neck
Trump voids your paycheck
And feels ecstasy when you squeal

If acts are life’s indicator
Don’s a classic woman hater
Though cratered with flab
Trump will pussies grab
As rapist and a dictator

What will show how Don’s dick-brain thinks?
Trump’s thrusts come with lies and high jinks!
Amid this disgust
Some high and non-plussed
Have heads up his rump with what stinks!
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Surya Namaskar - Patanjali's Lost Sutras

First motion is practiced at sunrise
With devout courage and humble strength,
Unobserved, unguided, and alone.

First motion glides over the accent.
Some say swan dive, some jack-knifed tractor trailer,
Balanced graceful as a feather on the sharp edge of a sword.

First motion goes down with a karma chaser.
Repeat until you leave with empty pockets.
First motion isn’t drunk, just happy-go-lucky.

First motion is taken as given, 
Today, and the day after today, and tomorrow.
Having so prepared, one is ever poised to face battle.
As Prince Arjuna knows, this world is no place for pussies.


Premium Member pretty Phuk'n pussies

.

                        Oh my
                to be blessed to 
                        watch
              their pink swell out

                        Ahhh
                        yesss
                 to witness their 
                       explode

                    Mine excite
                  each the time
              mine duke's digits
                       tickled
                 Softly touched
          mine close to the touch
                       snifff
                       ahhh
                      yessss

                    Oh yesss
               to witness their 
                     explode
                  Such theirn 
                      pretty 
                       bold



*if'n y'all dig the "pussy willow tree",     [Andrea Dietrich dear; this iz why PS
 especially the French "pink" willow,        allows *]
 I then direct you to the passage to
 find the word choice in title "pussies"....Ask Google; what part uv the
                                                          Pussy Willow tree is "the pussy"?
                                                          you'll find mine "pussies" ,} 
*"peek in c'mon"; 2/7/2024
   My^write here on PS...it ex-
   plainz: "Phuk" ;)  .....I'm think'n y'all will enjoy
                                  the write vide supra now
                                  with this know ,)

The Stand

Somedays I need a little push
To reach the closing bell 
Owners push to the point of exhaustion 
Creating a workplace of living hell

I am at the point in my life
Where I dont hold back my words
I stick up for my coworkers
Even if I'm labelled as absurd

I've always gone down swinging
So those who push me be aware
I strike back like a venomous cobra
So push me if you dare.

Political correctness is bull
Created for pussies with no spine
I will say what's right regardless
If I cross your precious line

Men used to carry themselves with pride
And stand for what is right
Now they are afraid of hurt feelings
And lose their backbone to fight

You may not like the words I speak
I really dont care how you feel
I wasn't created for your good pleasure
But to have integrity and keep it real
Form: Rhyme

Calamity Jane


A voice from a woman that has emotional depth and concern for humanity is often shunned through strong arming of sources to discredit her psychological state.

If you steal from a children’s cancer research foundation, and laugh about grabbing women by the pussies then how will humanity survive?
The democratic state of America has been burned and male misogyny has destroyed the Statue of Liberty.

There was a comedy of errors in which there was no comedy as dead bodies laid to ruin with tarnished souls, and grief.

While widows, and young children, fathers, mothers, aunts, and humanity cried out for proper cancer treatment.

Who plays God to a society in which they feel superior?
Searching for answers and remedies in which a global pandemic left a saddened loss of human lives.

The Lincon Project wants to know why certain individuals are offered PET scans and some are not.

Where does one have the audacity to divide individuals into a ranking of class and not provide proper medical treatment to the underdog?

We live in a country in which every human being should have access to clean water, education, proper medical treatment and yet we continue to fail while other countries are attempting to provide this for their citizens.

Where did the Wi-Fi go for the girls stolen from Boko Haram or from Hamas?
Loretta Lynn and Johhny Cash have asked for peace among the nations for individuals in power to unite families, to offer love, freedom, peace, justice, and respect.

Striving to keep earth afloat while humans pray for humanity, health, love, and peace.

Communication provides conflict resolution not through a nuclear arms race but through a global society that embraces love and peace for everyone.
Yet, we lose ourselves in comedy and the sad clown remains a quintessential part of culture to place a band aide on the sorrows of humanity.

Hold on to America, hold on to women and children and the right for opportunities and equality for all.

Premium Member Cath the Crazy Cat Lady

Cath is totally besotted with her five pussycats,
their cute ears stick out from under blue hats.
She dresses them in brightly colored plastic suits,
and on their paws they wear red wellington boots.

Cath’s kittens, all have colorful jackets to wear,
She takes the cats ’walkies’, oh how people stare.
When Cath gets them home she brushes their fur,
with their tails held high they all gently purr.

She minces best fillet steak for their dinner,
whilst the pussies get fat, old Cath gets thinner.
Spinster Cath’s never been a mother or a wife,
so her adorable cats have taken over her life.

One day little Archie ran out of the door -
he’d never been out on his own before,
Sadly poor Archie didn’t get very far
as the cute little cat was killed by a car.

Cath arranged for him to be mounted and stuffed
when she saw the result she was really chuffed!
Dear Archie now lies in such sweet repose
and Cath just can’t resist tickling his pink nose.

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01/06/18
Form: Rhyme

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