Long Slutty Poems
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Simply absurd
Heard the news
Snotty residents
On pedants pews
Clear precedents
Vice do choose
Drive us potty
In arty farty mews
Latte & biscotti
With dotty views
Party always grotty
Spice will lose
A slutty hotty
Putty in her hand
Seedy queues
For smutty totty
Or bit of botty
Plenty of booze
A nutty hinterland
Hear our boos
Us well manned
Against this ruse
So underhand
With their coups
Good times banned
Westminster eschews
In pubs can't stand
Everyone poo poos
That's what's planned
If papers peruse
Chaos canned
Soho's Blues
Flinging open the passenger door - I retreat
Deep behind my sinuses - I feel the sensation to weep
On and off all day and night - PTSD - I wanna cry
'Cause after 7.5 incredibly long and difficult years - just why?
How could you supposedly unwrap the condom and put it on?
Let alone sticking it in someone else after my faithfulness this long?
And then to follow-through and finish the entire adultery session
Then expect and force me to remain with you without a lesson?
You expect me to look the other way, forgive you, and give you chances?
While you're still betraying me with your dedication songs and fake dances
While you continue to effortlessly lie and have dark and shady secrets from me
Yet you claim I'm your witch - and it is my duty and purpose to set you free
You continue to humiliate, use, hate, and abuse me - like a pattern
You remain using me for a "below average" piece of ass - but it doesn't matter
Not only are you my longest, but you're the only one I've done right
Now you're popping me like a water balloon - from soaring me high as a kite
You came into my life, and launched my world into a diamond paradise
But you'll never be happy or satisfied with anyone - you're too easy to entice
It's easy to get you to believe some young, random hoe
And after all the betrayal you put me through - you expect us to flow
The guilt and sheer disgust would eat my soul alive if I ever would cheat
I couldn't do it without feeling slutty and dirty - openly or discreet
You're not understanding me when I say with cheating that I am done
I can't believe you'd even think to be that heartless - considering all you've done
I'm telling you in that moment, I felt all that love expell out of my body
The second my brain recognized it as downgrading - disgustingly naughty
Your ego will never allow us to masterfully work out our kinks
'Cause 7.5 years were snuffed out so quickly - when either of us blinks
I don't think that we can possibly repair the pieces this time
'Cause every day it haunts me that you even cheated - now you'll never be mine
She takes what isn't hers like a burglar.
Her spouse wed his lover.
She shut her eyes and once more she lost him to that *witch*.
She views him as all-powerful.
Finally! She wears his ring.
Now it’s time to hold her tongue and demonstrate to the world that she belongs to Master Shingh.
What goes around comes back around; karma is a *trickster*.
Now it’s casual intimacy with Tess the *slutty switch*.
He smiles; she chuckles.
He slows down; she accelerates.
He sneezes, she responds with “bless you.”
She embarked on her new life without hesitation.
To her, the man is all-powerful.
She reverses the ground he treads.
“Yes, master; no, master”—somehow, she manages to love, respect, and obey.
She takes things like a thief.
Not the Woman I thought You Were
(both Sides)
You shouldn't really Love me This much
Oh to be with you
Sizzling Summer
Your Slutty Friends
Big Meaty and Suppertime
)*****instrumental******(
Twinkle Dink featuring Gypsy Grin and Shoey Sunshine
Verdti Morre' De Canzone (Malo-Femalo answer)
featuring the Swedish Orchestra of Love
Sounds by Bassy Griffkaulsumm
Reprizzo De Cantrix(Ode to Love)
Modern Day Lover and Trif Gamey remix
the Spectacle/Finale
Dingo Groove Orchestra
Dendritic and Yonidisk
vocal show
"Iktsuarpok"
aria, a solo song;
recitative,
speech-like singing;
ensemble,
multiple singers;
libretto, the text;
and various vocal
ranges (soprano,
alto, tenor, bass).
the riff is a thang of prettiness
sounds made to resemble voices.
We groove ya'll move
:see sum call
that dancing
Ooh Wee
ooh-Wee
Ya'll call that dancing!
From the Book Sounds of Music
The Phattosgophy Edition
Music by Suitor Sam
and Jamin on the Onez
Heaven sent famed foodie pearl named after a chap from Kent
Treat with street cred neat feat stuff spread betwixt slice of bread
Hell bent that sarnie blarney intent as naans bent unfurl rotis curl
Tastebuds tamed twirl senses swirl a shame came from an Earl
If spice thrills are your vice or instead perhaps fills you with dread
Across the map.. bam.. bao..bahn mi or a bap.. cash well spent
Gutter scam peanut butter and jam glut just an instagram sham
Tut..cram full of ham..croque monsieur or more glam his madame
Or unctuous wheeze of the rambunctious tease of the Portuguese
Place booked am already hooked on a cheese toasty pan cooked
Slutty don’t give a damn.. a smutty chip butty lovely calorie slam
Wham bam decadent event prevent Hawaiian trying frying spam
Not being hasty Reubens are as tasty as cigars from the Cubans
Top grub can’t snub or choose a sub over jurassic classic the Club
Bocadillo peccadillo maybe tyro with gyro bambino with baby panino
Bespoked umami army of smoked salmon bagels or rye & pastrami
Shawarma true performer why magic number is 3 top of the tree BLT
Warren Zevon when terminal tumour did linger even had seminal humour
No rumour since a boy no glitch the singer was a finger food consumer
This baby boomer’s final pitch said without a hitch what made life rich
Not being a snitch Warren a quote hatched as knew couldn’t be matched
What did bewitch scratched that itch you can’t ditch because life’s a b*tch
The highlight another delight just dispatched so must “Enjoy Every Sandwich”
VIRGIN
Virginity made a promise to always remain a virgin
It’s all pride and dignity; so careful, least all will cave in
She got the deep well locked; not even her fingers can go in
She describes it all as homage to morality and the sixth law
Ignorant of any canal knowledge of man; she doesn’t know the excitement there is to cum
She is keeping to the doctrine that maintains that all should keep their virginity
Virginity is virtue we heard; all we witness now is lack of opportunity
Many claim to be virgins by unbroken hymen; though their mind is all slutty
Have all and leave one; have fun but no ****.
She has not known a man but sure sucked the little man
The boy is a virgin but has got his fingers impersonating the little man
He swears to be a virgin that hasn’t holed a girl but busy making the hole with his hand
He has no carnal knowledge of a lady; but knows how to make his little man stand
He is still a virgin but serves his anus to man as a ****
It’s funny that the young nun is sucking her own breast and fingering her own ****
The church is her smokescreen alibi; broadcasting the virtue in virginity
Virginity is dead; has no value and shows no integrity
The contemporary time has forgotten if any value was ever attached to that word
This is clearer than the Babylonians hand-writing on the wall; no need for a visionary
Crystal said clear! Virginity lost its virginity; just another word in the dictionary...
Lordvip
August,2013.
Spectral light resounding arcs,
healing atheistic justice,
positively bow toward resonant
pantheistic patterned peace
and negatively bend
dissociating dissonant monotheistic trauma.
So too,
wealthy sounding polyphonic cadence
can feel drawn
toward deeply panentheistic
meaning-fullness
Despite no healthy polypathic narrative
widely polymathic democratic speed
of inspiraling light
and fractal-powered purpose
When justice shows up
I don't have to solve your world,
nor you resolve my mind
to body shows just cadence up
maybe isn't quite so marching down.
Just grow out capital His-story.
Throw out whatever wealth-eulogies we can find,
they'll never change our warring minds.
Justice grows unshout out
unpeace changing calm
wise-womanologies.
Peace flows up
Down deep
where old whores have discovered luck
of justice so blind she'll never He be
come slippery wet between our beats;
hungry peace flows out.
Just stand up.
Down sliding stairs of glaring need,
gliding prayers of blaring greed,
crying slayers of darkened creed,
slying players of slutty breed,
flying nayers of righteous steeds
Let just Us free
Earth's kosmic karmic bleed
Flow fueling
light speed rebounding spirals
associate bowing toward resonant
patterned persistent peace
unbendingly dissociate
disturbing dissonant pleas
resisting monotheistic trauma.
TODAY
Today he said he loved me
He hasn't said it for a while
He uses his shirt sleeve
To dry tears from his eyes
He said that he forgives me
For all the things I did
Even if it was nothing
In his eyes it was something.
Today he said I looked beautiful
I wore the red dress that I loved
So many reminders of hurt
That fabric held inside it
To sexy, to slutty , go on fix it
I paired it with gold heels
Yes , the ones he bought me
They make me feel special.
Today he said my makeup looks good
Little does he know , it hides the bruises
The ones he left when he smacked me about
Oh what good was it to scream and shout
He pulled my hair, and slammed my head
So many times I wished I were dead
But, today someone took special care
Did my makeup and did my hair.
Today he brought me flowers
The white Lillie's I like
The pain built up inside me
It cut like a dull knife
Slowly , but surely it hurt alright
He couldn't see , it couldn't be
He was taking my life.
Today he kissed my forehead
He has not done that it years
He puts on a show in front of our peers
He cried and bawled, held his hair tight
Played the role of a husband all through the night
I watched from above as the man I loved
played the scene to a capital T
I watched them lay into the ground
My still, white decaying body.
Stop domestic abuse #itsnotalright
Disturbed by the interruptions
He would be disrupted by my
Skill
Thrill of collaboration
When ones partners are
Determined and real
In that self satisfaction
If achieving a goal
What's in it for me
Ain't gonna work cause
We are not in control
Tallow shall disguise the
Earthy taste of the ostrich
and garlic and onions
Shall compliment it's already
beefy taste
the mushrooms and wines shall
Subdue the gameness
and crumbled bacon shall
Enhance it's taste
Cerleies and salts
With sun-dried peppers and
Sun-dried tomato's shall
Crust the external show'd
Display
We shall cheer with wines that
are appropriate and garnish
Shall accompany the display!
An anchovies and lemon sweet
caper sauce was an alternative
To the cowboy gravy show
I adored them both
But wanted the
Wagyu burger
I longed and lusted for it
One of the lady body guards
Bought six burgers
Up to the room after
The ice cream and cake show
I knew her Friend from Canada
He had been a Bouncer at my
Club in lobster town Maine!
Hollywood thumped with disco
I danced to a
Slutty Opera Tune
I love my wife
Aria Concerto
She make love just
Likes she dances
Have you ever pretended a guy was interesting?
Have you slow danced and let him sniff you up close?
I gives you somewhere to go, if you decide to.
Or given a little kiss—nothing slutty in that.
You know, a 'person' isn’t a good kisser - it takes two.
I’m not talking about me, of course.
There’s a two-way interrogation going on
complete with our own internal narratives
—we reenact it’s rituals in the strangest places
like quiet libraries or the lerch and spin of a dance club
we process by analogy and approximation and it works
until it doesn’t, like cold water poured into a glass.
Then we settle back into the dull rhythms of study
I’m not talking about me, of course.
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Songs for this:
Loveland by The Blenders
Human Nature by Mitchell Brunings