Short Slut Poems

Julias Cesar never like "John" the Baptist
what if Julias Cesar fell from the sky 
and and and never had a mom...

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Ice cold pina colada:
Melted coconut
Jelly in pine apple juice
Dark brown, rich sugar
Cinnamon, a slut
Now set loose
Moans!...

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She longs to be touched
Lusting over every man around her
Useless it is to try to change her ways
Tempted is she to lose herself tonight...

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Cocaine Boulevard
SlutVille Road
Addict Street
Corrupt Avenue
Whore Alley
Gangster Street
Hoodlum Drive
Thug Lane
Slut Street
Written by Keith Edward Baucum...

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Cocaine Boulevard
SlutVille Road
Addict Street
Corrupt Avenue
Whore Alley
Gangster Street
Hoodlum Drive
Thug Lane
Slut Street
Written by Keith Edward Baucum...

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Living in fantasy
Easter bunny to none of thee
Rotten egg on the street corner
Hope she finds a client soon
Dropping her pen and letting us free

That’s the end of this poetry...

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I'm not one who judges, interferes or meddles,
but I must spay my pet rock because it won't stop having pebbles.
You may find me to be somewhat of a nut
but I truly suspect that my pet rock is a slut....

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My hands are cold
My eyes are empty
The lines are bold
But I deserve no pity

Watch her cry
See her shatter
Let her die
Little star, scatter

Whore, slut, bitch
Lower your head
Tear every stitch
We all want you dead...

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The groom's bride is in a public bathroom with that slut.
The bride just ripped the knees out of her dress.
The bride's a goddamn whore
                                                        And
                The groom just drove away....

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I once had a dream of a girl that sang pop
She was only 16 dressed like a slut, so we called her prosti-tot
She went crazy and spiraled down,
Did a music video with a depressing clown
And as for the singer, Thank God!  her career finally stopped...

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I am the master poem. 

I express a clear and genuine emotion 

using a fine vocabulary. 

I am the product of a moment of clarity 

and several teaspoons of pretense. 

I have no flaws, unlike the trash heaped around me. 

Give me five stars, slut....

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The notorious gang
Clearly stated in the news
Is now declared Saint

And a pretty slut
Infamous to everyone
Is now called Mary

This political thug
Who attacked lives' belongings
Is now made the judge

In a time like this
Where vices are made virtues 
What's that all about...

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When we are young we are blind with eyes open wide
When we are old we know with hearts long shut
Our burden is not the push, but the world inside
Pray for Jerusalem, I always pray for the slut.
You are not young, nor old enough yet to know
Why white must always be the color fresh of snow....

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I lay here and think of you
Your Pathetic!
you...You...
You said you help me
you said you loved me
tears stream down my face
as i feel the hatred towards you
Together forever you declared
and now you with her
your slut, i called her my friend
Now i realize, i'm pathetic for believing in you...

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Don’t be late 
Get on board

Hate that hate
Hate that word


Nigga Faggot
Fairy coon

Sticks n stones
OH!
Words WILL bruise!

Guinea chink
Jewball slut

Words that hurt 
Words that SHUT

Get on board
Shut that gate

Shun those
Words
Hate that
Hate

By: Bill MacEachern
03/13/21...

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HE traced my flaws, read my tattoos
Pulled hard on my piercings 
Ran his fingers through my hair
His bite marks on my neck
Next moment, HE thought of her
And walked away
But I couldn't ask him to stay
Left me like a lonely toy
In his lustful world 
I was waiting for him 
Though it was unfair
For a slut in love...

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A slut, *****, and a whore who we all pay 
to ****
drapped in the green garments of Envy 
Being pimped out by Greed impregnanted 
with the seed of Hatred giving birth to 
Anger in the bed of sloth in the house of 
Gluttony
written by Keith Edward Baucum aka The 
Brown Philosopher aka The Green Poet 
aka Red Seven...

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Turn right, turn left the arrow states
Go down and up never get mistake.
unchained the thorn gripped on one's neck
Freed mankind from darkest slave.
A pyramid of slut is now invert,
perverted the nation of dummy's wake.
Living off the grid is now being rehearsed
unravelled the system,torn out the script!...

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Pointless. 
Stupid. 
Ugly. 
That's what you are. 
Slut. 
Fat. 
Annoying. 
You'll never change. 
Why are you here? 
Why try? 
Just kill yourself. 
Disappear. 
Like you never were here. 
A stain on humanity. 
A parasite in society. 
Screams. 
Crying. 
Tears. 
Fear. 
Silver blade. 
Crimson wrists. 
Six feet under. 
Its all over....

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yo dawg yo
yo
yo
yo dawg yo
 
f*ck a fat b*tch who dont wanna see a playa fro' wut he be
 
yo
 
yo f*ck a ugly b*tch who dont wanna meet a gangsta haffway
 
yo yo
 
f*ck a snobby slut who not tryna see me in my clown suit 
 
yo
 
met this chick
at the club
bought a bottle
fulla bub
drank it up
she said wuddup
 
das all it is...

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She keeps saying she'd turn loose nuts,
This voicing like one with plain guts,
No regret when mansion turns Hut,
Her head can receive a swung butt;
To God she would never say "but..."
Followed by "why am I in rut?"
Longing heart of Rita for 'slut'
But that's getting a front door shut:
A wholesome image for a cut,
Around her assembling some smut....

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Man surely she studied accounting, 
for she knew how to use what she had to get what she wanted.
she started and sold herself to men who did not
give a damn about her demands.
 As an eye witness,
I witnessed,
when she called herself MRS!
Not recognizing that the mess is....
Dating multiple men made her more of a slut
than a lady she was supposed to be.......

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Poetry is like a prostitute 
Wearing a tight 
Pink flamingo skirt,
Red high heels, with 
Black fish net stockings,
Standing on a street corner, 
Waiting for the next customer, 
To make a purchase

Man, poetry is a slut, 
She hits you in the gut
While she earns her pay,
She put on the red light display
When she removes her clothes,
Then, poetry wears a mask...

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Carole King was quite the thing
And she didn't need to sing.
She wrote every word
That you would have heard
Before you had that fling!

She could make you sad,
She could make you glad.
She was no slut
But you know what?
She could make you mad!

She inspired me to write
Many words with all my might;
But compared to her
I was just a blur
Passing in the dead of night....

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Here comes that old double standard again
that will forever separate women from men.
When a man has a lot of sexual partners, he's called a stud.
When a woman has a lot of sexual partners, she's called a slut,
but I believe that I've discovered the source of the problem.
The only ones calling sexually free women "sluts" are other women.
Men would never call them "sluts". Men would just call them....

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