Sad Rape Poems

Sugar daddy says,” 
So gorgeousness like my last daughter
And my first granddaughter. 
My wife complains daily but she is bulkiness.

Shame does not swill out, 
I...

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It got worse each time,
But was always intrusive.
Inside and out you would climb.
Until you were fully protrusive.

First time was all hands,
Then you moved down below,
I...

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In the middle of the night I ran myself a bath.
I sat on the ledge with my feet in. 
I sigh as I look down...

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it's about to hit midnight.
I'm in the bath crying. I'm crying not because the cuts 
I just made sting like mad as I hit the...

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WASH the moon ----> bring some soap 
between dirty words might have been born
unlike fetus' now dead
How about Boris Karloff:
makeup for monster actor acting
so funny...

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This is based on a truly sad story from the late 1930s - 


Late one August afternoon - the year was nineteen ten - a...

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When you call me a beast, when you spit venom..
How can i love you? No: i shall die.
I saw your ships and people waiting for...

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Their Rape

Common tongues infected,
Where Words were weaponised,
Meanings mangled & made to fit,
Where the filthy wash disguised 

Law & Morality miles apart,
Justice a big screen dream,
Lies...

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Potatoes

At dinner the other night, 
mom fixed our favorite. 
She baked them, 
broiled them, 
cut them up,
 and fried them nice. 

She told us,
this was...

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The Pirate

This is an ongoing story, 
about the limits of the library. 
It can take you as far as you can go, 
but it is...

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The Rules 

They are changing, 
before our eyes. 
Well, not really for all. 
For some, they are brand new. 
For others, they are historic. 
Just...

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The Contest

I would like to enter, 
and sometimes I do. 
Occasionally I even win, 
to my surprise. 
How cool!

The true rule, 
to every fool,
or pirate...

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The Worth of Rice

Food is a daily need. 
Some eat well, are fed well, 
are taken care of, 
while others have little, 
or none. 

It...

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Gray Like Mist

The bird died today. 
My bird.
I cried for an hour. 
I can not cry anymore. 
There is no time left. 
I had to...

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The High Night of the Dark Wind

Dancing fairies on the lake of ice, 
leaving no marks as they pass. 
The tiny birds, chase them...
not to...

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