Hungry, Horney Spiders:
Mar 8, 2012

Hungry, Horney Spiders:

When that day
finally comes and you're caught in a web.
Out of options.
In the darkest part of the tunnel,
looking into the black hole eyes
of a hungry, horney Spider.
Don't be afraid because death is a myth.
Bodies die.
But the spirit carries on.
Disagree, I understand.
Personally, I know way too many ghosts to take "life" seriously because in some way we will always possess life.


My name is Jacob like the ladder, don't call me Baby.
You have a dick, cool, I have one too.
But uh,
I'm good munching on my
If you don't understand what I'm sayin'
then I guess my words are bigger than your schlong.

I'm horney as hell*
DC raw love
DC raw love
Dec 16, 2014

if i dine you and wine you
take you to a movie
open your door
will you spend the night

she then just tells me
fast food, HBO
and lets go to bed
I'm horney as hell

when ur horney u fuk.
Feb 13

No matter who iu love
sex is a hunger.
when ur hungry u eat.
when ur horney u fuk.
and I've fallen I love
before sex
during sex
after sex
in a minute I'm sure..
to a person ive known or now know.
and guess what:
everyone I've ever loved I've loved.
everyone I've ever fukd I've fukd.
and both are a hunger
of which im unfulfilled.

filled with bitter and horney
Olajide Ojedokun
Olajide Ojedokun
Nov 24, 2012

Life is a race
never to be erazed
life is a journey
filled with bitter and horney
it is a scripture packed with
load's of picture
life is a bus driving down the
road to our future
it is the proof of our existence
the measure of our prominence
it is a gift from the creator
one with no superior
life is beautifull
as beautifull as the blooming
of a rose flower
life is good.

where the mean girls and horney guys are the devil
Winter Ace
Winter Ace
May 5, 2014

Steady and slow.
pace your self down the hall.
smile from ear to ear.
they'll never figure out that everything is wrong.
whisper in one coner from girl to girl
then girl to guy
then guy to guy  
Your the talk of the halls
hell that's where your at
where the mean girls and horney guys are the devil
Where lies come to feed and grow
never ending
life's hell
rightfully angry at the world
understandably wanting to leave
but fight because life not worth dying for
so young.

Slithering, crawling, hungry and horney.
Mar 16, 2012

Please excuse me,
as I take a chance
to try and con the ones who have conecended us.
As I slide down
my verbal pole of innocence.
Slithering, crawling, hungry and horney.
Strutting around the club,
looking for fame,
so I can give him a lap dance
and go down on HIStory.

You told me to pick a card
& I chose the Star.
One day, Some day,
I will outshine all of your darkness.

I met fate at a strip club.
We're all diamonds, just some of us are in the rough.


Horney devil,
Justin Wampler
Justin Wampler
Mar 31      Apr 1

Yesterday's tomorrow was today, and then
the devil sneezed so I told her: 'god bless,'
and she looked at me like she ain't impressed.

But she bought me a beer and then said:
"tell your guardian angel to wait outside,"
as she started massaging my pride.

She knows that I buried god years ago,
right after I stuffed that angel's mouth full
of my personally-sharpened family jewels.

Horney devil,
swallow your forked tongue
right after you're done
lapping up my cum.

Lovely angel,
sorry for cutting you up
while you sat patiently
waiting in stirrups.

Prey for me, mantis-women.
#love   #life   #hate   #god   #religion   #death   #thoughts   #devil   #fuck   #sex  
jeffrey robin
May 12, 2013

I said




She said

Ya know
I'm gettin tired a this!

I ain't gonna take it for more than
Another decade or two!

I said

Ya musta been readin them liberated
Kids on hello poetry!

They only take abuse two
Maybe three
Years at most
Before movin on ta
Another abuser !

She started cryin
Said she wouldn't read it any more
And begged for forgiveness

I didn't give her none

It woulda just confused her

Bein a mere

Boob bearer

Ya know

Hey who's drunk and horney?
John Patrick Robbins Aka Gonzo

Hate the holidays well I got one for you.
Dont have to follow no rules.
Just drink till ya drop.
To what's the ocassion still ya
havent a clue.

Hey there missy.
dont piss and moan just grab a pint
ya big sissy.

No need for a kleenex  just wipe that blood off
on your sleeve.
Stoner slacker and poets unite for
it's Thanksgiving Eve.

No need to hang anything by the
chimney with care.
But it is a party so lets see your underwear.

Lets beat the holiday blues.
Hey who's drunk and horney?
Short skirts and thoose high heel shoes.

Crank that jukebox hey grandpa theres
no need to leave.
Cause everyone is included on Thanksgiving eve.

Hey amigo if we play are cards right.
we can stir enough shit to see a chick fight.

Hey whats going on upstairs God only knows.
It's not  cheating just wrestling without any

Hey who just cut a whole in the floor?
hey grandpa ya better watch that exotic woman
your dancing with.
Cause she's a woman with a little more.

Hey ya'll the cops are coming along with a swat
team so it's my cue to leave.
but like that fat prick in a red suit I'll
return to bring ya another great Thanksgiving Eve.

with horney cowboys.
Charles Bukowski

I don't know how many bottles of beer
I have consumed while waiting for things
to get better
I dont know how much wine and whisky
and beer
mostly beer
I have consumed after
splits with women-
waiting for the phone to ring
waiting for the sound of footsteps,
and the phone to ring
waiting for the sounds of footsteps,
and the phone never rings
until much later
and the footsteps never arrive
until much later
when my stomach is coming up
out of my mouth
they arrive as fresh as spring flowers:
"what the hell have you done to yourself?
it will be 3 days before you can fuck me!"

the female is durable
she lives seven and one half years longer
than the male, and she drinks very little beer
because she knows its bad for the figure.

while we are going mad
they are out
dancing and laughing
with horney cowboys.

well, there's beer
sacks and sacks of empty beer bottles
and when you pick one up
the bottle fall through the wet bottom
of the paper sack
spilling gray wet ash
and stale beer,
or the sacks fall over at 4 a.m.
in the morning
making the only sound in your life.

rivers and seas of beer
the radio singing love songs
as the phone remains silent
and the walls stand
straight up and down
and beer is all there is.

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