Simply absurd
Heard the news
Snotty residents
On pedants pews
Clear precedents
Vice do choose
Drive us potty
In arty farty mews
Latte & biscotti
With dotty views
Party always grotty
Spice will lose
A slutty hotty
Putty in her hand
Seedy queues
For smutty totty
Or bit of botty
Plenty of booze
A nutty hinterland
Hear our boos
Us well manned
Against this ruse
So underhand
With their coups
Good times banned
Westminster eschews
In pubs can't stand
Everyone poo poos
That's what's planned
If papers peruse
Chaos canned
Soho's Blues
She takes what isn't hers like a burglar.
Her spouse wed his lover.
She shut her eyes and once more she lost him to that *witch*.
She views him as all-powerful.
Finally! She wears his ring.
Now it’s time to hold her tongue and demonstrate to the world that she belongs to Master Shingh.
What goes around comes back around; karma is a *trickster*.
Now it’s casual intimacy with Tess the *slutty switch*.
He smiles; she chuckles.
He slows down; she accelerates.
He sneezes, she responds with “bless you.”
She embarked on her new life without hesitation.
To her, the man is all-powerful.
She reverses the ground he treads.
“Yes, master; no, master”—somehow, she manages to love, respect, and obey.
She takes things like a thief.
Disturbed by the interruptions
He would be disrupted by my
Skill
Thrill of collaboration
When ones partners are
Determined and real
In that self satisfaction
If achieving a goal
What's in it for me
Ain't gonna work cause
We are not in control
Tallow shall disguise the
Earthy taste of the ostrich
and garlic and onions
Shall compliment it's already
beefy taste
the mushrooms and wines shall
Subdue the gameness
and crumbled bacon shall
Enhance it's taste
Cerleies and salts
With sun-dried peppers and
Sun-dried tomato's shall
Crust the external show'd
Display
We shall cheer with wines that
are appropriate and garnish
Shall accompany the display!
An anchovies and lemon sweet
caper sauce was an alternative
To the cowboy gravy show
I adored them both
But wanted the
Wagyu burger
I longed and lusted for it
One of the lady body guards
Bought six burgers
Up to the room after
The ice cream and cake show
I knew her Friend from Canada
He had been a Bouncer at my
Club in lobster town Maine!
Hollywood thumped with disco
I danced to a
Slutty Opera Tune
I love my wife
Aria Concerto
She make love just
Likes she dances
Not the Woman I thought You Were
(both Sides)
You shouldn't really Love me This much
Oh to be with you
Sizzling Summer
Your Slutty Friends
Big Meaty and Suppertime
)*****instrumental******(
Twinkle Dink featuring Gypsy Grin and Shoey Sunshine
Verdti Morre' De Canzone (Malo-Femalo answer)
featuring the Swedish Orchestra of Love
Sounds by Bassy Griffkaulsumm
Reprizzo De Cantrix(Ode to Love)
Modern Day Lover and Trif Gamey remix
the Spectacle/Finale
Dingo Groove Orchestra
Dendritic and Yonidisk
vocal show
"Iktsuarpok"
aria, a solo song;
recitative,
speech-like singing;
ensemble,
multiple singers;
libretto, the text;
and various vocal
ranges (soprano,
alto, tenor, bass).
the riff is a thang of prettiness
sounds made to resemble voices.
We groove ya'll move
:see sum call
that dancing
Ooh Wee
ooh-Wee
Ya'll call that dancing!
From the Book Sounds of Music
The Phattosgophy Edition
Music by Suitor Sam
and Jamin on the Onez
Sexuality marooned jellybean pilfered spigot refugees vomit hazelnut in some static plain cloud cupboard.
A stifled hexed harvest, suffer the stagnant taffy contraception,
Oxidized gut-string lyre feeble mast crippled rod.
Shall you be parallel on the naked stem on the shrunken pagan altar?
Penguin whale jackal follicle carriage orgies
I have the cavernous trunk of thirst,
Permanently altered, famines, droughts.
Loosen your sticky grasp upon an evening so slutty bean Venus squaw chubby stone figurines
languid horny speed gutter bunnies.
let down cord straps drop fiddles kneel whip cable ties.
Snickering geriatric hags cupcake outskirts of one
Platypus settlement
Have you ever pretended a guy was interesting?
Have you slow danced and let him sniff you up close?
I gives you somewhere to go, if you decide to.
Or given a little kiss—nothing slutty in that.
You know, a 'person' isn’t a good kisser - it takes two.
I’m not talking about me, of course.
There’s a two-way interrogation going on
complete with our own internal narratives
—we reenact it’s rituals in the strangest places
like quiet libraries or the lerch and spin of a dance club
we process by analogy and approximation and it works
until it doesn’t, like cold water poured into a glass.
Then we settle back into the dull rhythms of study
I’m not talking about me, of course.
.
.
Songs for this:
Loveland by The Blenders
Human Nature by Mitchell Brunings
Normalise the teen
Seen slutty on your screen
Insta app’s the pimp
Youth attracted person
Sounds like feral yap
Bright colour’s brand sin
By history’s stone judge
The Black Cap atop his wig
For poisoners of innocence
By David Nickle Read
Phone Me Now Now
A guy called up a customer order line and talked to a gal agent:
“Its for my step sister she needs a dress.”
“What type?”
“Long, short, slutty. Yes, slutty.”
“Are you wearing underwear?”
“What kind of question is that?”
“Well, are you?”
“Yes, I am.”
“What type?”
“A red thong. Back to the dress. What type?”
“Bare shoulders and short skirt.”
“Yes, that one. In blue.”
“Ok then.”
“Oh babe, I’m coming. It feels so good!”
“How dare you! How ing dare you! This is all recorded.”
“I’m off now. Send the recording to your boss baby. I love you.”
There was the sound of a gunshot, the agent screamed and call ended.
out soon SUCTION PUMP 2020
Jimmy Boom Semtex
I was dancing at a dance club
Two stepping all about
When my thumb, it found a belt loop
And I couldn't get it out
I shifted and I wiggled
I thrust my hips out front in time
I bent over and I shimmied
I was twerking on the line
Now, I ain't no Miley Cyrus
You can believe me now or not
I wasn't up there twerking
It's because my thumb was caught
I sashayed and I moseyed
And others got up too
My thumb was still encumbered
What the hell was I to do?
I was twerking like a mad man
Not knowing how, or why
But the pain in my one digit
Just made me want to die
Maybe now I know the reason
Miley Cyrus did her dance
She wasn't up there being slutty
She had her thumb stuck in her pants
Now, I'm through with twerking
And there's is one thing that you'll find
That unlike young Miley Cyrus
You don't want to watch me from behind!!!
I do not like the atheists and the pagans
Nor the slutty politicians or butterfly political analysts
With the religious people whom I now hate to talk with
I could give you all the reasons one by one
But I do not care the whole world
I do not see films or listen to songs as such
If the concerned people do not care me, too
And do not read my poems
I would not be a sad man
As I have alreaday left them in the lurch
It does not mean I am alone
And face the wolves of loneliness
Here I am with my darling
On the bank of my life playing with my mind in solitude.
Let your gaze be turned upon my fair and silken skin
Look into my wandering eyes that flatter simple men
See my lips are pouty smeared with lipstick and deceit
Let me know how beautiful I look to feed conceit
Oh God! I need attention, and I need it every day
If you seem to like my looks enough, we might just play
Send to me a message that shall cause my lust to burn
Let me see your filthy mind, I'll show you mine in turn
Nothing quite like fornication warms my wicked heart
Let us meet and join our flesh to tear our souls apart
I shook my head
Knew the day’d be messy
Some poor sap
Was marrying my Aunt Bessie
She’d slept with half of Brooklyn
Flaunting her exploits all through town
The mayor, the banker, the deli clerk
Even the birthday party clown
A wedding gown, so fitted
Her bellybutton showed
Boobs shoved up high enough
To violate building code
Minutes before the shindig
She pulled me on the roof
Snatched a flask from her garter belt
Downing one hundred ninety proof
She wanted to call it off
No way she could comply
To promise for all her life
To only screw one guy
I told her she could do it
Like many other people do
She finally calmed down
And made her wedding day debut
She stumbled down the aisle
Tripping on her gown
Her daddy kept her steady
‘til the pastor stared her down
She blushed but pulled together
Long enough to give her vows
After the ceremonial kiss
Everyone went to carouse
Letting loose at the reception
She danced with all the boys
Twirling, flashing, grinning
Making all kinds of noise
I’d like to say things ended well
That monogamy she would master
But before the night was over
She got naked with the pastor
For Andrea's "Show Me the Funny" Contest
Now you say you wana fight oh I see,
You don't like how you dude is flirting with me,
Have you ever stopped to question why he do,
Like maybe what's the difference between me and you,
You get jealous when he flirts,
so you wear little skirts,
Throw on a lot of make up and wear slutty shirts,
Excuse my language but you think that'll help,
For a boy you are willing to destroy yourself,
In the end your confidence n respect will go down,
And you'll be fighting every girl in town.
Think highly of yourself and wake up from this dream.
You think he's after sex but he see better in me.
He know it won't happen because I was taught better,
He know books and goals for me are what matters,
So babygirl I'm not sayin you're any kind of names,
But that's all they're gona see if you don't change,
So girl wipe your eyes and carry on home,
change your ways because you have a Queen to show :)
My heart is shattered as he says
Your worth nothing, you mean nothing to me.
My heart is shattered as he walks away,
In to the arms of someone new.
My heart is shattered cause you,
didn’t want to take no for an answer.
My heart is shattered cause,
I said no to many times.
My heart is shattered cause I’m,
stupid and I’m not good enough for you.
My heart is shattered cause,
I though I could trust you.
My heart is shattered cause,
I’m young and careless.
My heart is shattered cause,
You think I can be bribed.
My heart is shattered cause,
I’m not easy and slutty.
My heart is shattered,
but that’s about to change.
My heart is mending ,
And I don’t care if you want me.
My heart is full,
He made it better and stayed with me.
My heart is full,
And now you want me back.
M y heart is full,
And I’m not falling for you again.
My heart is shattered,
My heart is full.
I dream of a woman's body
and of wrapping it in my arms
and watching as it gets slushy
and as she progressively
becomes more slutty.
I'd like to play with it
like a fishers price toy.
And go fishing until
I've reached the treasure.
With a woman's body the fun
is never really over and I'll
keep scobba diving until
I've seen all four walls.
And pushed each and every lever.
Some women than like to sever
all ties and be the player.
But when I dream of a woman's
body I dream that time is frozen.
And that this one sensuous moment
could last forever.
But I haven't found her body yet.
I regret....
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