Do you satisfy your wife?
Let me do that to her
Things like that happen here
Nobody thought odd of it
Not even to the pissed couple bonking
In the school yard after hours
All the town's folk were this way
Thirsty and drinkers all the time
It was sort of local pride
Just like nailing a hole
Lots of dirty warm beer
And skanky holes
That type of town
Awesome people
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JIMMY BOOM SEMTEX
At the foot bridge on river of fire
I saw the lanky devil of Derbyshire
He walked with a kind of amble
I had a good reason to tremble.
I borrowed trouble from his peer
Hundred dollars in yesteryear
He glimpsed at my furrowed face
I gulped for air and picked up my pace.
I was about to cross the skanky bod
But my steps were awfully flawed
He seized me and choked my voice
With hundred dollars I had no choice.
Then he cut a clean hole on my throat
I gave up the ghost under his gloat
In a loony night my timid limbs did bloat.
At the foot bridge on river of fire
I saw the yucky devil of Yorkshire
Oh I cannot tell you this story
I am dead I am sorry.
Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
Date of Submission: 07/19/2016
Poet: Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty
Where'd you go?
oh where did you go
my precious camel toe?
played me like a fiddle
with your bubbly middle
you're such a skanky hoe
but I love you so
camel toe
camel toe
we had magic
we had fire
purple sweatpants my desire
come back camel toe
victory! camel toe
you're the villain
you're the winner
with your puffy
wedgied center
camel toe
camel toe
you're my sassy hoe
you're my Christmas snow
gone like cold wind blows
with your return
my member grows
I miss my camel toe
baby
where'd you go?
sweaty sweetie
camel toe
"My fiance is obviously cheating on me.
He's giving some witch's poetry a read.
He always leaves her more comments than he does with me.
Why did I ever get engaged to a poet overseas?"
"I didn't place high in your contest. What is wrong with you!?"
"You submitted the wrong form. It was Rhyme not Haiku."
"I was left a nasty comment by some skanky poet whore.
Now a group of poets and I are going to start a comment war."
Drama! Drama! Drama!
Here @ Poetry Soup.
So much friggin Drama
I can't stay in the loop.
This one's mad at that one and that one's mad at you.
There's so much friggin drama here @ Poetry Soup.
Comforting self destruction
Ice thawed by blood
Soul torn apart
Heart trampled in the mud
Innocent little life
Trying to find its way
Child with no father
Cries the day away
Love without reason
Life without hope
See the blooming soul inside
Smell the burning dope
Pain that's been felt
Many times before
All because of one
Skanky little whore
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