Long Tampon Poems

This classic cat...

Not rodent he definitely agrees...

The mere insult as he pokes his tongue defiantly...

...His intellect with pride...

...This Persian exotic with papers...

Top breed himself aware...

...Not common moggy is he...

...He only indulges the classes of 
distinguished...

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Stymied synergistic stoolcumers synchronized
of gifted glib galb garbage run of mouth
nicotine rings of one night 
no promise quickly spilled
ever taxed gestured pocket
pool. tandem coulpling random 
access eye spew askances for a 
tainted night glow. Weak...

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Note to self: Never again read 'The Monk' 
by Mathew Gregory Lewis 
before drinking myself into a diabetic coma...

...All night long
The Wandering Jew requested directions to salvation;
That is to say,
Whenever I wasn't being pursued by...

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Tax me because I'm a woman
Tax me because I bleed
Make me pay more tax than men
Pay for their unused seed
My life is hard enough
Without you taxing my menstrual flow
A monthly period of blood
A period of...

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These women are fiction, fake, they just ARE NOT real
The following is a list of statements to inform others of how I feel:

These men are a trip with their feminine traits
They wine and moan like...

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Prince Harry bared his bottom
So that all the world could see;
He didn’t seem embarrassed
By his lack of modesty.

Cavorting in a Vegas suite,
This soldier, on a leave,
Allowed himself the freedom
That Prince Charles could not believe.

So, summoned...

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I am typing this poem in a squat position
I cannot sit; the tampon feels strange down there.
Considering the -38 temperature condition
I’d rather stay home than go anywhere.

I want to go out; to the grocery
buy sanitary...

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A man rightly called an Oxymoron
Now is angry, now sad, now happy on
The same thing – he takes piton
To handle us – later I knew tampon.
Anurag is my principal, a true merman
Treats all equally –...

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I am not scared at all of this monthly story;
Blood always flows into one big toilet;
But as of today, I have gotten old.

Pads don't really work - I must confess;
The blood doesn't stop flowing;
I am...

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