Sharon posts a photo of her new baby on social-media and Nasty-Jim comments “That’s an ugly baby!” Sharon feels shocked, insulted, appalled. She hugs her baby protectively, feeling hurt.
Sharon posts a photo of her new baby on social-media and Civil-Sheryl comments “Congratulations on your beautiful baby!” Sharon feels joyful and happy. She hugs her baby warmly kisses him on the head and says “I love you little one”.
Person A and Person B were together and very happy. Then came along a Person C and kinda ruined everything. But to make things a bit more crazy, came along a Person D. Now person A, B, C, and D are anything but happy. Who knew that letters of the alphabet could be so nasty.
Inspiration came when one of my friends was explaining a confusing matter to me, and was using letters instead of name(which is good in some cases).
I don’t call you crumpet I doubt you taste very good. But you fit the name strumpet Like I was sure you would. A better name would be porcupine The pork part fits you so much But it would be so very awful; You’re a thing I’d hate to touch.
I’d call your crew a clown car, But, while you are surely on wheels. You are more of a slow train wreck Based on the looks and the feel. Some fools call you Robin Hood But I reject that whole twisted pitch. Robin Hood did not rob the poor Just so he could give to the rich.
You think you’re a smart cookie But, you are nothing but a crumb. You think we are all of us stupid But only your supporters that are dumb. You’re a ****** cake that has fallen With a poisonous coat of frosting. You are not worth a penny of what A disaster like you are is costing.
You leave a nasty taste in the mouth Of those who have to be near you. There is nothing about you at all That would serve to endear you. It really would nice if you would go Live for decades in a prison cell. That color of orange, for once Would suit you so very well.
I feel so ***** Each time I shut my eyes. While my love makes love I imagine someone else every time.
Someone to call me names. Someone to play games. Someone who talks ***** And finishes without aim.
I feel so trapped and alone. Each time I touch myself, I close my eyes And I’m no longer stuck at home.
I wrote this to vent some issues I have wity being married. After I moved away with my husband, I receive several emails from ex-coworkers saying what they had thought of me and ***** things they wanted to do me and since then, my mind wanders during *** and I just used certain emails as sexting fuel. Maybe I’m alone in that too.
Because… you could look me in the eyes and tell me you loved me, When I could still smell her on you. You could lie, straight to my face.. Which torments a humans’ sanity. You could hold me and feel absolutely nothing for me, and to me, That’s completely spineless. I did nothing to deserve the empty lies you filled me with. A forever meant nothing more than a day to you, did it?