Short Sluts Poems

Your best friends become strangers,
Lollipops turn into cigarettes,
The innocent ones into sluts,
Homework goes in the house,
Soda becomes vodka,
And kisses turn into sex.
Your worst enemies were your siblings,
Race issues were about who ran the fastest....

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“Be still for Chrisake!
The head is crowning. 
Now be still, damn you!”

These women are the damned
Crammed into slab huts
At the edge of Hell.
Condemned as sluts,
Their bellies swell
With hunger
Or some bastard’s bastard brats.

"Be still, please God!
Let the brat be still!"...

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I have to just start writing before the tension within me that is slowly growing develops
into another one of those rages deep within me just waiting to be released,all because of
him and his sluts and a ring he wears on the wrong finger and the lies he tells so very
well making a fool of me once again....

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I'm fully devoured by hate,
My mind has been brought to stagnation,
It's my unconceivable fate
To get slightly less estimation
Than sluts in a changeable guise
Or fools wasting time on careers.
Well, who is the one to despise:
A poet or one of those peers?
They fear the joys of today,
They fear the freedom addiction,
And I have no words left to say
When called a damn tough contradiction....

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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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You are not the girl
I used to know in those days
You’re now a shadow
Of those sweet things I saw then
Oh how time changes… It pains!

~I just wonder why some angels turn to devils later, may be due to certain circumstances.
It happens to some lovely little girls who grow up to become sluts due to harsh economic
situations. I have a big burden in my heart for them. I wish the world will change for them!...

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At McRonald's, you get what you order,
McVirgin burgers from someone's daughter,
Sluts just wanna have fun,
In a sesame seed bun!
Do you want any French fries?
Have some fertilisers and pesticides!
We're not selling these apple pies,
Because we really love you, guys, 
Here, more landfill and sulphate dioxides,
Have a nice day today,
Anyone for take away?
All in a plastic sesame bun,
Yum! Yum! Yum! Yum!...

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A slut can be pretty and funny and smart.
She can lift all of your thoughts from your penis straight to your heart.
She can talk about science, music, or art.
She can put you together but also rip you apart,
so don't trust these sluts, no don't you dare.
They'll force you to trust them and love them and care,
and then she'll be gone, and then you'll be aware 
of that hole in your heart that that dumb slut left there....

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Jingoistic Men

Oh they are so smug
Because they have enough money
In the bank
They call the strong women “sluts”
They pretend to be the savior of working class
They forget that they are vacuous
And have dollar signs in place of their hearts

They argue that political correctness is gone mad
By this they mean why ladies are seeking equal pay.
Let us teach our daughters to stand up
Against these men of fragile egos and no brains...

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What You Get Free From Wal-Mart

By Elton Camp

Once you had to pay to see the freak show
Now enjoy it free when to Wal-Mart you go

The fat lady is longer found only at a fair
Go to Wal-Mart and she will be there

Likewise for the Wild Man from Borneo
At Wal-Mart he is anytime that you go

To the cooch show you once paid admission
In Wal-Mart, the sluts are on free exhibition

Many customers will range from X to PG
Shop at Wal-Mart and see it all for free...

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Scantily clad resources
Free sources as electrons buzz
Manipulating matter, minds are gathered

Slave market shuffle
Clocks burning, thoughts melting 
Hierarchy strapped monarchy pelting

An old story with a new foe
Cartels of smoke raising ladders
Shingles gather as houses splatter

Desires still lingering in the mist
Clamping shut the edgy verbal vocation
Car door sluts banging in a rut

Withered fingers splnter
Cancerous tongues among phantom lung
Air bubbles rise their own accord...

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