Whorehouse Poems - Poems about Whorehouse

... Tlaid like Rash' o stabbings, your voice hisses from your podium of Hell. Blah blah blabbing. A one sided Tale, of convenient scapegoats. The goats of your usual slaug......

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...ANOTHER DAY IN THE MINE by JOHN M. ARRIBAS I woke up this morning with a pain in my back From a cold wind blowing in through a crack I sleep with my little brother and he hogs the blanket......

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...I saw an old man with a hard hat on Walkin' down the road as the sky turned dawn. I said, "Howdy Bub, where you headed to?" He said, "Don't much matter - just west will do. I been roughneckin' se......

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...Havana In the fifties Havana was a gigantic whorehouse For the Americans, and run by the Mafia and assorted businessmen , but down from the mountain came Fidel Castro and created a principled so......

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...OR What I Learned on the Web Today The whorehouse of the future At least in Zurich’s mind Is a bunch of car park cubicles For hookers and their kind This series of sex-box places Where clients will ......

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...i grew up next to and worshiped in a whorehouse called a church where I raised many a supplication on bent knees, though very few were answered except the prayers I wasn’t holy enough to pray......

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...﷯﷯ Like the tongue of a wet dream, there is something over the sky. Soaked red wings, the dampness of drowned naked day. He looks over sighing “The Wind has Penetrated me, ......

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...Sex bonds two people together like butter without bread nothing but solid gray sand and lonely tears. Sex is a weapon. Shoot you are dead. Lost and misread this loaded gun full of bullets. ......

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