The pretty campus damsel
Is on the rove this nigh night
She easily ropes in loaded men
As she gyrates her curvy bosom
Her Torrie's remind one of nivarna
And you can see Catalonia peaking
From the little black dress she wears
She undaunted that we are on campus
With girlies being on plentie Barbie rules
And ensnares with ease and natural charm
She's a beauty to behold and loves dances
On the dance floor she easily baits boys
Be they boys or men her nature easily snares
As long as you're pickups are loaded
You are enroute to this exiting encounter
Falcon heights are soars and shores you win
With her you will sure taste the allures of
Zamzam that beautiful city of beauty
Tasting what is the reserve of demigods
Hoping you are not eternally damned
For love is but a divine thing and sensual
Sensualized forbidden pleasures she wares
We all know that sex sells
Drat! I could have made a good living
~ If only I’d inherited sex cells
It is the second night of Passover.
Biden and team, supporting Palestine?
And accusing great Israel of genocide?
Please pass me a tall, glass of cyanide!
Our strongest ally, Israel tossed to the ground.
While AOC cheers on rabid, violent protesters ?
Universities, some, only online for semesters!
American leadership is miles away from sound!
America gives aid to Iran and its friends?
The liberal news strictly dedicated to blatant lies,
Blowing deadly, thick smoke into our blnded eyes.
This is the sad day, the greatness of America ends!
4/24/2024
Salacious, sultry
Simplistic signs of
Seedy sensory
Semi sentimental sales on
Socials
Surreptitiously
Slinking ..
Slowly
Sliding into your
Sphere and
Psyche.
Psychologically
Seducing
Some senses so
Suspiciously
Satisfying
So,
Surrender self;
Shield for safety,
Stand strong
Secure salient sentience
Successfully
Set sights solidly -
So soul secures solidarity
In sacred sanctuary of
Shalom
Somewhere,
Sandy sunsets certainly save,
Silky spider's web sparkles in sunshine,
Soft sensory surroundings subdue
Significant silent scenery in
Summery satisfaction.
Soporific seaside sounds
Singing in sympathy
Solitary safe sanctuary of seduction
Saving soul's sanity.
Selah.
Slowly, so slowly..
Spirituality of the natural
Nestles into the nape of
Normality
Now knowing
Nature's notably neutralising
Nurturing
Nourishment nectar of
Never-ending
Nirvana
Soon it will be 2023
What will we remember from '22
Will we remember Volodymyr Zelenskyy
~ longer than Monica Lewinsky
Here's the Good News, our world is awash,
in wonders and beauty life cannot quash;
Like laughter and love, kind words, Turtle Doves,
Bar Mitzvahs and birthdays, baptisms and first dates,
Promotions, Grand Openings, healings and yodeling!
Still more Good News...
Our world is awash, in kisses and hands held,
Tests passed, graduations, and money found;
Quiet moments of solitude, with friends in coffee shops,
Good moods rise above, and a dog’s unconditional love!
And still more...
A cat’s warm fur, trips to masseuse or masseur;
Reports of remission, Broadway shows and magicians,
Art galleries, symphonies, faith and homeless ministries;
Be ye conscious of good news, often awash,
Overwhelmed by negative, it simply gets lost.
Just a heads up--Good News Sells too!
March 22, 2020
Not sad, not angry, never surprised,
Not even filled full of spite,
Every day passes like a silent new moon,
Quietly through the whole night,
As her life walks along the treadmill of time,
Through a blank day like before,
Wanting to feel happy, fear, joy or disgust,
Wanting her feelings restored,
But she’s bound to this ride of emotional dead,
An empty, scratched, broken suit case,
Waiting to feel anything again,
To have emotions restored to her face,
Because her whole world is a day on the job,
Her bed, her work, and her ride,
Where she sells who she is to whoever will pay,
Even though her emotions have died.
She sells love for peace
The Saint Of The Brothels
Is your sister Kong Ming
He cheats on me by night
And beats me by day
Oh what shall I do about this fray
Well I know a lady who sells death
One bite and in Hell he shall lay
The concoction is simple not hard to make
Slow cook it a hour and ten minutes to bake
It tastes like heaven
But I promise he'll be dead by seven
It contains a little of this
And a lot of that
A little goat's urine
And a pinch of devil's fat
And by morning
You'll be in mourning
Sex For Sale
"Those who say Sex Sells, buy it!"
~SKAT~
The road map to the mouse trap Worst sells pitch ever for care Unhealthy advice get rich quick Gov cheese If you can spare all you need is a few smart mice To stick their heads in the trap please Do you know the stats do fat rats eat dead mice * - ( Angry about obamacare Do not get mad get rich - Money Map Press )- infomercial
She floats on the saffron shore
holding a bamboo basket.
Her heart beats
within the shelter
of peanut shells.
Toys and text books,
picnics and pamperings;
all collided on a wall,
but death dropped her
to be tossed.
The girl in a dirty frock –
she sells parched peanuts
for coins and eye-pricks.
‘Peanuts’, ‘Peanuts’ – her
withered call haunts
her parents in the grave.
Her pale figure walks away
with Time Teacher.
Fabiyas M V
Who Buys,Who Sells
Heck they move,the busy market murmured
Down they went to the Pub sell,
In with spontaneous drive look they;
Who buy,who sell the the market Cries,
For with no hook it quit like of hermit-crab,
At noon it is seen crying,in ecstasy did yell
Like of SHAWORO(A Yoruba:name for noise making chain)
And alligator pepper.
Yelling here and there,with no time come calm,
the sky turns dark,
Days goes by and by,yelling by and by when
Noon comes,
With no discrepancy,who buys,who sells it cries,
Moving by the railway,seat some in a hut
Watching who may obtain.
Merchandise is your concern,
Murmuring all day:with no sense to shadow the
Moon,
The moon that glitters,day after day
Shine moon,shine!!and shine;
For the market is quiet as ever.
25/03/2003 (2pm)
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