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People are so scared
To be themselves
It makes me sad
As I shuffle from side to side
On the concrete walk
Dreaming of pussy
That tastes like pears
And kisses
Listening to psychedelic ramblings
Through inner workings
Of gears we all have
But fail to use....

I see buildings that look the same
Full of goobers doing groupthink things
And the thought comes back that
I am a square peg in a round hole
Never dying to get in
But trying to look like
I'm not up to know good....

It's OK to cry if yer a guy
I do it all the time
And I am not mushed up yet
I still get hard
And can chop wood
Though I don't drink that beer
Because I'm smoking that
Reefer...

Sitting on the grass in City Park
Watching the ducks go by
I know that it doesn't really matter
But I miss her
And if I could
I would tell her
I was sorry.
I live in fantasies that always reveal elaborate truths:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DYlCfRiOEhM
K H Krause Mar 2
It was Marica first, but now
it's this Shithole Cafe in Nambia.
No extradition nohow.
Stormy all night.  They say I'm all wet.
I let out my belt.  The wind fucks with my pelt.

Me, my africunmaricun, Sergei, Sean, Mickey D, Lil' Don
with small hands, we quaff cold covfefe
that primes my dotard pump as we
twitter of glory in the time of Maga and my Bigger Red Button
until Our Heritage spurs me to the bone.

A confederation of dreamers, forced to migrate
to this failing bistro for short sessions, having been
banished by snowflakes (cruel proof there's no warming) so
we sulk in a deep state where all is denied yet all is fake, until
I am jared back to the now by a mooch sycophanting,
"Genius!  Dealmaker!"  (I palm him a ruble.)

That Nambian wench aids us.  Nasty and bloody, an apprentice loser
with crooked tongue she taunts me.  Not nice!
"You wan more alago?  You wanna roi cone?"
She should be locked up, but I know words too. I have the best words,
"I vana nuther cup - with ICE, you crone!"

Back in my hut, unstable, I shutdown
in fading torchlight, lapsing into executive time.
I dogwhistle, but a cat slithers in.  I grab it.  It pees.
Alternative pussy, but OK by me.

I reclaimed a yuge hate wall (that had always stood by)
using bricks of suspicion, mortared with lies.
That I can tell you.  Believe me, Ingrates!
The greatest show ever.   So bigly am I.

But there arose a resistance, hunting a witch.
I hate dem all.  So Sad.  So Unfair!
Best school.  Highest ratings.  It was rigged by that Bitch!
(And yes, by the way, this is really my hair.)

They shoulda won, thus my havoc's begun.  My deplorables remain
outFoxed, intolerant, shunning all unmaricun, preying
and praying you'll drop your guard yet again
for hate begets hate and poised bigots await
reruns of their dear leader's braying.
My first attempt at poetry since early grade school is a "Beat Generation" acid trip fantasy of a corrupt sociopath in exile who will learn the true meaning of "shithole" when he lands in a penitentiary.
mikumiku Jul 15
Don’t release your cumming
Just release my single
I don’t think it’s stunning
When that thing is jingle
Pussies taste like Pepsi-Cola
Pussies taste like Marabou
See a pussy – I say hola
Eat that thing like caribou
Diana Garcia Jul 10
I don’t know why I’m so attracted to people who don’t want me around

Maybe part of me likes it
When he feasts on my heart like a tri-tip

I could run for miles and he wouldn’t chase me
Why did he waste me?

The circles I ran
All the shits
Hitting the fan

In the back of my mind I knew
This shit was to good to be true
Your like salt to my open wounds
But in the end your what makes me stronger
Just when I think I can’t take it that much longer
My heart keeps growing fonder
Or am I holding onto false hope
What if this ain’t love and it’s just the dope?

I’m strung out, a fiend for your love
Yearning for a burning
I can feel my stomach turning

You’re only your sweetest
After you’ve been your meanest
And when all is done and said
I’m lucky if I’m the one you take to bed
When the odds are in my favor
Your minds on the neighbor
But at least I’ve got that purple vibrator
guess whose on my mind?
The mental manipulator

Wet dream turned night terror
I got Charles Manson
When I wanted
Jack Herer

Ok maybe he’s not like Charlie
But he always made me sorry -
For wasting  my time
Wanting you was a crime
Gave you all that
I had to give
Even wrote you this stupid rhyme.

You ask me to stay when my emotions begin to sway
You’ve noticed me noticing him, all of a sudden I’m so far away
What happened to the gallery of whores
All the times you said picking me up was a chore
And when you said we can’t get married
Cause of your credit score
All of a sudden my absence is threatening
Here comes the beckoning
All I’ve ever wanted suddenly looks so sickening

The could of, would of, should of’s
You will always be one of first loves

You say this time will be different
Now the other man seems indifferent
You never wanted me and now you do?
I wanted somebody else
But he left my lips blue

I don’t know why I’m so attracted to people who don’t want me around
When they finally do
My hearts buried in the fucking ground
Wrote this running on very little sleep
BAre with me
Haleigh Jun 5
To all it may concern: straight people

Dear straight parents,
Thank you,
For making us gays,
And then making us feel like shit for being created,
But hey, you created us.

Dear straight people,
Shut your damn mouth.
We don't care.
Your words aren't going to change us,
No protest signs are gonna change us,
Only God can,
And that isn't an excuse to try and pray the gay away.

Dear straight men,
If a girl likes another girl,
They are not your sexual play toy.
Remove those perverted thoughts from your head,
And learn to control your penis.

Dear straight men,
If a boy likes another boy,
And they don't like you,
Then keep your mouth shut.
If you don't like it,
Then don't be gay.
It doesn't concern you,
And it's none of your fucking business.

Dear straight women,
Just because a girl likes another girl,
Does not make her a slut,
Or a whore,
Or a bitch,
But who knows she may be.
But since you're making assumptions like that,
You're probably one of the before mentioned.

Dear straight women,
Ahem "straight",
Go away.
Quit flirting with us,
Because it's annoying and confusing.
Figure out what you want
And try again later.

Dear straight ally's,
Thank you.
You need to procreate,
And make more of you,
Because the world seems to be full of
Assholes
And biggots.

Dear straight people,
You don't have to like us,
But hating us,
And bashing us,
Isn't gonna make us suddenly go away,
Or quit being gay.
Go back to your prayers that the gays will come to realize if you want,
But I think there are bigger problems in the world
That you need to be concerned with
More than a girl liking pussy.

Sincerely,
One who is both a straight and a gay.
Haleigh May 1
in a low silky voice
he whispers pussy pussy pussy

he's at the gym
not to far
in the tub
at the spa

come pussy dear
lets have lots a fun
and kiss a while
he licks you some

he loves you so
would you like a big mouse
he has one honey
and its not your spouse

a crazy boy
all over you
drinks you like wine
and eats you like stew

he's not about kids
and going to work
but he washes your dishes
and hes not a jerk

pussy perfume
the natural smell
don't hide it sweet girl
watch him swell

oh comb it pretty
loves hairy too
spread it like butter
hoochi coohi cooo

don't be shy
and open wide
coax out your clit
and feel the glide

hes the pussy whisperer
calling your soul
loving every fold
melting every hole

summer sweet fruit
hidden away
come on honey
let's dance and play

candy cunt
and pussy pie
sweet juicy lush
down velvety thigh

he's got a nice one
its really cool
a big pink stick
that makes you drool

he's the pussy whisperer
calling in time
come hither my love
its not a crime*

meowwwww
Nateive Son Apr 27
I love coconut shrimp
But I never eat them
Because I'm too paranoid
That my last thoughts
As I'm retching blood and bile
Across the porcelain nightmare
Will come out something like:

"GOD DAMN COCONUT SHRIMP
NEVER MADE ANYTHING OF MAH LIFE
AND NOW THE COCO'S COMIN' BACK
TO GET ME SOMETHIN' FIERCE"

So I stick to unwashed vegetables
And hairy pussy,
Because they feel better.

The occasional cigarette,
No-Doz pills,
Clearance chocolates,
"Buttermilk ranch" dressing,
(Holy shit this might be meth),
The same bedsheets for two months,
Sweaty underwear,
Cleaning a shotgun with no gloves and wiping mah nose,
LEAD!
EVERYWHERE!

MAW, WHERE ARE THE PAINT CHIPS?!

It makes no sense,
But guess what?
Neither does anything else
In this crazy mix-up salt job
Of a culinary world.

Life is strange,
And coffee is better black.

Vote for no one,
Because you're the gawd of yer universe.
WHERE IS THE GRASS ORIENTED SOCIETY?!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2bGR0Jlo3Po

GOD DAMN THE RASPBERRY FARMS AND THEIR NIXON FETISH

OVER AND OUT, I'M JUST A LONELY BOY SCOUT
Haleigh Apr 20
Glistening with wetness,
fingers fitting in like Tetris.
Cream dripping on the mattress.
Pillow firming press against your clit,
gyrating to the thoughts of being licked.
Then sucked on like a twisted piece of licorice.
Pleasure leaking from your body through your hips
Desire holding your body captive like a hypnotist
Your skin crawling with desire screaming it's fix
Drowning your finger in a pool of your juices
Your hips thrust and twist,
and mind, lift and dip.
Our bodies working a full shift,
like we were built for each others fit.
You biting on the sheets,
I'm biting on your lip,
climax at the same time;
when our world eclipse-
our-space doesn't exist.
Off to another world,
a briefly escape to,
a pleasure abyss.
mikumiku Apr 7
Rub your boobs against the window
I’ll rub mine against it too
We don’t need no fucking dildo
We’ll invent the love anew
Use your mouth, your lips, and tongue
Give it freedom that it’s worth
Feel reborn, untouched, and young
As sky reunites with Earth
Make your palms, your hands, and skin
Vibrate with every touch
This is love, not goddamn sin
Give it, take it, hold it, clutch
Now the nipples of my tits
Are as wide as my own eyes
Via them my love transmits
Via them my pussy dies
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