Prostitutes Poems - Poems about Prostitutes

What will you say When you see Someone in the groove Driking some guava Juice? How will you feel When you find The grave Of your lost Relative under the guava Tree? How will you Look, When a big black And white Goat eating  Dry grass At the grave yard Of saint Georges? How will you guess, When the big gaz Pipe lines which Pass...

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Each of the seven prostitutes, Whose life began as destitute; From their brothels to a roadside, For men with or without a ride: Main wish: to catch the adult male And stop a day from going stale… The picture is competition: To whom would one loss petition? Yes, a quite charged atmosphere For one to in chats interfere: A rival swipe for being...

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African Prostitutes of Old Had kept a reasoning plain cold: In no Sweet Tales to be told And would little yield if sold... African Prostitutes of Old Weren’t at all composed nor bold And could faint if offered Gold And closed legs quickly unfold: Just for A Bottled Mirinda Or the Perfume Lavender And you’d see her surrender; In your served stew Coriander And around you...

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A half hour ago they were eight, For the attention of Adult Males Fighting; Now, it is worrisomely late, And not a credible single sighting! No compromises with the venereal disease-parading, As every loose Eve is sensibly upgrading … But the clearly-bent-by-age, Are as clearly out of it: If one should with The Wizened open a page One is in Satan’s personally dug pit It...

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They get a group of scientists and ask them to work on flying machines. They give them flying machines and they use them to bomb cities, so how can scientists be scientific if they have allegiance to their country, instead of pledging allegiance to the earth managing resources intelligently. This would be true scientists to me. Scientists in the military...

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Peering through the bedroom window, Yellow street lights and falling snow, Elena asked Fred, the garden gnome, “When mummy would come home?” The gnome smiled as if he knew, But stared quietly at the other two, His colourful brothers Jim and john, Who looked busy guarding the lawn. Grim silence spoke from all around, someone say “is mum home bound?“, The wind drew patterns as...

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There was a cheap bar in New York's skid row Almost, you were shining there like a rain bow. People were dancing and sleeping together Although they know it can't be lasted for ever. It was you who sought solace in whisky bottle Smoke a pipe to make a dream in your bubble. Dance floor called you to set the...

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Poems, prose and roses Poets hate politicians Poets prefer poking pens at people P-words, power and paupers Poets love writing about love Tears, the sky and meadows Poets are prostitutes They are sex vendors They expose their naked thoughts To the world They talk dirt without apology And care less about anyone's emotions Poets are short-tempered like a mini skirt Like a G-string, there's a thin line between...

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Friendly neon lights. Friendlier lords of midnight. Unfriendly bed thrusts. November 16, 2008...

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have you heard the *****festering about the robot prostitutes in the making? heard the christians & republicans whining their way into a “debate” about the moral concerns that might come about as a result of having a robot do what an exploited, sex trafficked individual might once have? see, if robots start doing the street corners or dancing in the cubbies in Amsterdam, there might...

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Silly rabbit tricks are for prostitutes, made by establishment daunted by economy, at night by the dawns early red light district, watch the women give up their pride by the hour, lacking positions star 69 your way back to daddy's touch, the reason your out here remember sweat and business suits are cheap, just like the shoes you...

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