#perverse - Hello Poetry

she sees genitals in everything each human Cain marked by its gender members like gold stars for good homework all animals are grades of randy all dwellings are swelling with symbolic heat all art is *** oppressed or freudulently splayed the weather denotes ****** mood openings are all the map scoldings of geography rude pink glints making everything sheriff all blood flow and flower the violences the histories all family miseries and strife all of life is marred married and wetly signed by its generals 'keeping *** honest through creative abundance is that it ?' ( i clumsy suggest) as she labels a room full of children at a birthday party 'adulting' their healthy play and sketching it as a theatre of breeding practice she consults herself and says 'dunno .. but that's interesting'

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Mar 15

Mar 15, 2026 at 9:38 PM UTC

neth-jones

the genital mention

she sees genitals in everything each human Cain marked by its gender members like gold stars for good homework all animals are grades of randy all dwellings are swelling with symbolic heat all art is *** oppressed or freudulently splayed the weather denotes ****** mood openings are all the map scoldings of geography rude pink glints making everything sheriff all blood flow and flower the violences the histories all family miseries and strife all of life is marred married and wetly signed by its generals 'keeping *** honest through creative abundance is that it ?' ( i clumsy suggest) as she labels a room full of children at a birthday party 'adulting' their healthy play and sketching it as a theatre of breeding practice she consults herself and says 'dunno .. but that's interesting'

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Momma said Daddy’s dead I’ve buried him in the back Get the cash From the stash Throw it in the sack Grab the keys Quickly please And in the car you get Take us far Drive that car We haven’t got there yet Take a pill Let’s just chill It’ll be alright In the motel We go to hell Just for the night

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May 20, 2021

May 20, 2021 at 8:12 PM UTC

MyDearPoet

Natural born killers

Momma said Daddy’s dead I’ve buried him in the back Get the cash From the stash Throw it in the sack Grab the keys Quickly please And in the car you get Take us far Drive that car We haven’t got there yet Take a pill Let’s just chill It’ll be alright In the motel We go to hell Just for the night

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Why do we worship superheroes so much? It's reasonable to hope someone cares about us. Is it because all the good men have gone? They were gentle and strong When they spoke, we felt hope. Their truth could move millions, Ignite a moment of brilliance. Unite every color and creed and ignorance That history itself couldn't bury resilience But the moment is lost, A match struck in a wave, a nation of hate, and the youth in a daze, And all I can think is we made it this way We stopped exposing our kids to the truth of the matter and so they got lost in a culture that says they don't matter. When a fight for a vote became a fight for a like, We can't act surprised when kids fight for a fight Entire religions preach having a purpose And still replaced values with things that are worthless. A society so numb to the progress they've won Find a perverse pleasure to see it undone. When a company is allowed to sell plots of land on the moon, When a leader of freedom commits treason against truth, Is a sure sign that we the people, have given up, too. The allowance of absurdity into our lives Little by little, it rots from inside Until we cannot admit that we have allowed this. Now the roaring crescendo of human triumph is silent. Is it better to admit that we're dying contrived? Or is it easier to shut up and eat their lies?

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Apr 10, 2021

Apr 10, 2021 at 12:52 AM UTC

MathieuGardiner

Eat Your Lies

Why do we worship superheroes so much? It's reasonable to hope someone cares about us. Is it because all the good men have gone? They were gentle and strong When they spoke, we felt hope. Their truth could move millions, Ignite a moment of brilliance. Unite every color and creed and ignorance That history itself couldn't bury resilience But the moment is lost, A match struck in a wave, a nation of hate, and the youth in a daze, And all I can think is we made it this way We stopped exposing our kids to the truth of the matter and so they got lost in a culture that says they don't matter. When a fight for a vote became a fight for a like, We can't act surprised when kids fight for a fight Entire religions preach having a purpose And still replaced values with things that are worthless. A society so numb to the progress they've won Find a perverse pleasure to see it undone. When a company is allowed to sell plots of land on the moon, When a leader of freedom commits treason against truth, Is a sure sign that we the people, have given up, too. The allowance of absurdity into our lives Little by little, it rots from inside Until we cannot admit that we have allowed this. Now the roaring crescendo of human triumph is silent. Is it better to admit that we're dying contrived? Or is it easier to shut up and eat their lies?

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Idiot woman has no kids of her own Idiot woman has no kids of her own Idiot woman has no kids of her own She’s come to town to take yours instead Lock them up in their rooms and don’t let them go Lock them up in their rooms and don’t let them go Lock them up in their rooms and don’t let them go They better die of hunger than her deadly arms Touch them if you like for their own sake Touch them if you like for their own sake Touch them if you like for their own sake She won’t take those who ain’t clean as snow You should forbid them to cry or complain You should forbid them to cry or complain You should forbid them to cry or complain She likes the ones with tears in their eyes

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Feb 27, 2019

Feb 27, 2019 at 4:29 PM UTC

MoonGator

Idiot Woman

Idiot woman has no kids of her own Idiot woman has no kids of her own Idiot woman has no kids of her own She’s come to town to take yours instead Lock them up in their rooms and don’t let them go Lock them up in their rooms and don’t let them go Lock them up in their rooms and don’t let them go They better die of hunger than her deadly arms Touch them if you like for their own sake Touch them if you like for their own sake Touch them if you like for their own sake She won’t take those who ain’t clean as snow You should forbid them to cry or complain You should forbid them to cry or complain You should forbid them to cry or complain She likes the ones with tears in their eyes

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Can't say I'm not disappointed, in how we got off track I'm not double jointed, bending my fingers back The needles and the pills, are our choice of escape getting our joy and fill, creating pans to scrape No not us, forever young never to succumb institutional logic, remaining dumb, and numb Just because they said it, doesn't mean that we heard all the uttered warnings, and the damage now incurred This is your brain on drugs, we've all been told before dismissive with our shrugs, not taking less, but more

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Oct 13, 2016

Oct 13, 2016 at 9:54 AM UTC

TemporalFugue

Any questions?

Can't say I'm not disappointed, in how we got off track I'm not double jointed, bending my fingers back The needles and the pills, are our choice of escape getting our joy and fill, creating pans to scrape No not us, forever young never to succumb institutional logic, remaining dumb, and numb Just because they said it, doesn't mean that we heard all the uttered warnings, and the damage now incurred This is your brain on drugs, we've all been told before dismissive with our shrugs, not taking less, but more

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Baby-dolled eyes, and glamor velvet encircles with a cruel femininity; the darkest pin-up of your diamond-dazzled dreams always takes it up a notch! It’s all burlesque and whispers when you come into her world of mirrored desire that plays just behind her lips; that dances just behind her rhinestone mask. The vampiress of merlot, cigarettes, and lace always remembers her prey; a black-widow’s striptease, cold and calculated. Again, she delights in the fact that she has broken another man she invited in to her ruthless masquerade.

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Nov 19, 2014

Nov 19, 2014 at 1:05 PM UTC

pride-ed

The Harlot's Mask.

Baby-dolled eyes, and glamor velvet encircles with a cruel femininity; the darkest pin-up of your diamond-dazzled dreams always takes it up a notch! It’s all burlesque and whispers when you come into her world of mirrored desire that plays just behind her lips; that dances just behind her rhinestone mask. The vampiress of merlot, cigarettes, and lace always remembers her prey; a black-widow’s striptease, cold and calculated. Again, she delights in the fact that she has broken another man she invited in to her ruthless masquerade.

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