Short Pissing Poems
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release the hounds
as the seven a m
trumpet sounds
but i'm just
trying to releave
my dog peeing on
what is my pissing grr
ound
Form:
His dirty dog kept
moving on.
Pissing on what he liked,
but never owned.
He knows they won't
like it either.
So they throw it out.
A dog, 'Bukowski' owned.
His dirty dog kept
moving on.
Pissing on what he liked,
but never owned.
He knows they don't
like it either.
So they throw it out.
A dog, 'Bukowski' owned.
What happens when everyone forgets
Except I, who am not allowed?
They laugh happily under blue skies and golden sun
While I get soaked by pissing clouds.
Ignorance is bliss is an understatement.
Don't forget your umbrella.
Look at the world that surrounds us
drink it all in like fine wine
Look at the people around us
pissing and moaning like swine
Look at the few who adore me
until you find a pattern within
Look at the way that they bore me
how can i hate my own friends
Form:
Got pabst blue ribbon
for american rhythm
and now presenting
some sophistication;
ladies and gentleman
stay clear i'm pissing
straight jameson;
on these rocks here
still sipping on my beer;
cheers...
http://www.lulu.com/content/paperback-book/one-for-the-lift-ticket/7970992
Three years of 'police action,'
Conducted according to
The doctrine of 'limited war,'
In order to pursue
A policy of 'containment.'
Police action?
Containment?
Limited war?
Guess that’s why
I don’t feel like Patton
Pissing in the Rhine.
War is all hell.
Don't sugar coat it.
Love is so strange
It runs in wild range
It makes us drink saliva and call is a kiss
Look at container like a bless
Seek passion and lust
From layers of fatness called bust
Get pleasure from a bleeding slit
Lick mucus from a pissing hole with no regret
Saturday 7/9/2002
10:30
pm
This book's cover is totally missing,
So in the wind I'm afraid you'd be pissing,
Were you judging or merely wanting to remark,
Well, I'm mad, rather happy and often inclined to bark,
Steady, maintain your distance and respect, you'll be alright,
But be warned, between the two, the worst is definitely my bite.
Pain.
I rise before dawn
i began smoking cigs
i take a piss
get a drink of water
take a shot of gin
for an eye opener
i relax
sipping beer
the rest of the day
my head feels fuzzy
i stand i get dizzy
by noon
i'm pissing on myself
time for speed
to reawake
fill up my lungs with smoke
i get up
i fall down
can you fill my pain?
Form:
Savannah, pretty city of the South
Where I spent half a day of my life
Eating your delicious bread
Mixing the smoke of my pipe
With your warm air
Riding in carts pulled by big ambulatory horses
Pissing in your sewage
And wending even more
Southward
You left behind
A shining point
On the turning trajectory
Of my life
Form:
Esteem Broken like a twig under a heavy boot
Desires Starved like an injured dog trapped in a deep ditch
Emotions Despised like a drunken man found pissing on your doorstep
Promises Forgotten like wedding vows to a cheating husband
Existence Ignored like a stop sign posted in the middle of an empty field
It’s ENOUGH o’clock… Do you know where Love is?
Form:
her place smells like lavender
or violets
i've slept here many times before
but never well
never fitfully
alien atmosphere i suppose
the bare bulbs in the bathroom
kill my shadow
i'm a stranger in the kitchen
smoking weed on the couch
pissing in the tiolet
and screwing her in the shower
intimately removed
she wants me to move in
i miss her already
My bones and my brains are developing rust,
I'm pumping the handle but, it’s spitting out dust
Rain clouds mumbled, and they just kept going
Unfurled my sails but the wind ain’t blowing
I was pissing and moaning in a fitful rage
But the dried up tears left a wrinkled blank page.
The things I start always end up panned,
As my pen sits still, stagnant in my hand.
A women's bathroom needs a hook
Though oftentimes it's missing
And so our bags must sit in gook
While we are stuck there pissing.
Since men don't have this issue
They don't even need to hurry
And, without the need for tissue
They, too, lack that extra worry.
My suggestion? A reversal.
Let the menfolk hold our purses
And you'd hear, from this rehearsal,
Quite a chorus full of curses.
blue
i once knew you
saw you behind
eyes glassed by
rage- or maybe
lust, i wouldn't
know.
green
the shiny sheen
melting down my
porcelain face-
disgraced.
red
storms, gasps of
pumping blood
pissing on the
god of love.
purple
rose clusters
on the flesh
buttons pressed
in sequence-
(inside, outside)
gold
streams of light
contrasting with
the stains left by
the night.
and so she did
‘cuz she moves that way
and the earth always tries to keep up
in between the distractions that I offer her
and the chance that she actually gets to breathe
without me clinging to her ass
well that’s
just another season that passes here on earth
somewhere in between the quiet of me not pissing her off
and hungry children being fed somewhere
might be my only excuse
for losing the remote
Form:
Girl I just want to drink some Shocktops get drunk while crapping all over
My pants with this old man's broken down bowel howl pissing on time's moon
Stumble through another tune where all the ladies swoon acting like a fool his pool
Thinking that he's cool but he had to be me as she in everybody's glee when your at the
Land of gay prairie ? Nobbin on his mic, bobbin on her dike, twist their tails on a gooey trail.
Form:
They front for public perception
Campaign like it's an election
Make people sick figuratively, like an infection
Just for attention
Monetize in ah dimension
Where money's good suspension
Evil gets the most attention & good needs ah petition
Dealing with the agenda & nobody listen
People full of **** but everyone pissing
Constipated not obligated
To no-one but themselves
Crab in the barrel pulling down everyone but yourself
T.B.T
Dudley Bee, bounced around through the town. Smelling grand, whiskey wet, no regret. Only pissing on the tree. His remorse, buried deep within, codgers bin, his only sin, he never wanted to be. Dudley fast, when he was asked, How did you come to be? answer buried deep within, Wanting gin, Dudley could never see. Bourbon breath, hiding haunt, Dudley cannot tell, Which hell, had driven him to flee. World taste, bravos hate, Hunted Dudley Bee.
mind unspooling
easing my way into the garden
to prune the over eager
feeling well
in a loosely-strung way
excitable dog
threads my legs
I am centered
balanced
dog now barking
chasing squirrels
dog kicking up flustered
clusters of sparrows
doors slam
neighbors yell
dog pissing on the roses
strategic withdrawal
dead heads still
un-dead
wind whip's-up
a spiky shudder
gin and ice
snatched from the fridge
running for cover
Though they don’t have the world’s admiration,
the women who played for my nation
won the World Cup with ease
showing great expertise
and fought against discrimination.
Pretending to sip English tea
and pissing off Trump royally,
Megan Rapinoe and
all her teammates so grand
are A-number one now with ME!
7/7/19 for Mark Toney's 2019 Fifa Women's World Cup Poetry Contest
Finally went online and read all about TEAM USA. Those gals have balls!! Wow!