Pussies Poems

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!

who says pussies don't have teeth

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I luv pretty pink pussies

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                kiss me
             shut me up




*ask Google; for photos uv "French
  Pink Pussy Willow trees" ;)

Why Do They Like Uncle Jim

His tuxedo suit was extraordinarily fine
A tom by nature, he could not stay in line
Female pussies went wild over him
Which amused us cousins, for he was our uncle Jim

Why do they like you as much as nip?
He laughed and said maybe it is because I flip?
So saying he gave a couple of jumps on the trampoline 
Landing with the best execution we had ever seen.

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.

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.

I Want To Cut Off a Finger

Some cut gently.
Barely making a line
Up the inside of their arm
Admiring the tiny red droplets 
That form along the line

They are pussies.
I want to cut off a finger 
Or gouge my face 
With a screw driver.
It’s a face I hate.
My father’s face.
He is a pussy.

Some say they hate themselves.
I hate them 
They do not even know
What hate is.
I sharpen my knife.
And go get my screw driver.

Sitting In the Dark Corner Kinda People

Sitting in the dark corner kind of people
Sloshing their troubles over beer and ale
Rolling their eyes and making fun of pussies
Who drink mixed drinks and wine

Putting up their fingers and laughing
at those who think they are better
The idealists, the ones who have 
not been hurt enough by life yet

Usually wants a super hero or anyone to save them 
Each one hoping their children will 
somehow carve out a bigger chunk
of this awful world, and not curl up 
and die in it like they have.


Written 9-25-2019
Contest: Pick a Line Any Line
Sponsor: Richard Lamoureux

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

My Fingers Are Screaming

My fingers are crying, begging me to stop.
Writer’s cramp! They scream, feeling crippled.
Don’t be such pussies! I say to them.
As nice to my body as I have ever been.

As forgiving to myself as I can be, which is non-forgiving,
I push them on, refusing to let them have a break.
It’s what I do. It’s my way. My fingers feel tingly, but they go on.
Knowing it is what they have to live with if they want to live.

Mean In the Morning

Two cups of coffee
One eye open but I am not sure if I have my pajamas off yet
I do not even care.
I doubt I am awake enough to put deodorant on in the right spots.
My husband begins to walk into the kitchen
I growl a warning growl. 
He backs off.
My mean side is laughing and doing a little jig.
My breath nearly knocks me down
Mornings are not for pussies.

How To Throw Yourself In the Garbage

Hobbies are for losers, and habits are hobbies for the poor,
But hopping into heaping piles of rubbish is haute couture.

What’s in, ladies and gentlemen, is what we want thrown out,
But not to own it but instead to be it is what it’s all about.

I doubt the likes of the uncultured swine who read are sure to know,
How to throw yourself in the garbage so here’s a do it yourself below.

First we listen to the radio, turn up that Taylor Swift,
And sing along as if, like her, you think you have a gift.

Then we watch the television to watch the newest episode of the View,
And listen to the hens upchuck their clucks on vomit’s gurgled cue.

Next we watch the nightly news with Lester the Mind Molester,
Whose stroke-like Fester face spits lisps like pussies named Sylvester.

So then we reflect on what we’ve seen and heard in the pot that’s hardly stirred,
And realize that what we prefer is to be free from the jaded herd.

Yet, the only way out is through the trash,
Since we need the herd to earn the cash,
To pay for before we’re buried or ash,
So just jump in the dump with a sassy splash.

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.

Crazy cat Lady Contest
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01/06/18

Life With T-Rump Xxv

The bully-the-pussies fat ass
Doesn't care for our middle class
"America First"
Means the wealthy are nursed
By the troll whose tower is brass

Cats In Hats

There once were two tomcats
Who wore tiny top hats.
They sat on a fence each night
And sang catcalls by moonlight
Until they saw two pussycats.

They each made a polite bow
Tipped their hats and said, "Meow!"
"You pussies are out late."
"Would y'all like a hot date?"
"Meow yes," they replied, "and here they come now."

By: Carole O'Terry Duet
Copyright:  April 28, 2017
"All Rights Reserved"

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