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alternately titled: breast ****** fallacy hi-jinxed! In her “60 Minutes” interview aired Sunday (March 26th, 2018), the **** star known within red district as Stormy Daniels bared her "naked lady" version swearing oath of honesty, she emphatically **** cleared on a stack of video nasties, and ****** 'zines now she can live rest of life guilt free offloading hush money endeared a posteriori into infinitely jesting bordello loop with calmly enchanting bug eyed, drooling media hounds, whose nostrils flared squelching the trumpeting Don, who maliciously glared for traitorously breaching “genital man's agreement”), playing the (sock it to him role of goody two shoes) christened Stephanie Clifford) shaggy long haired pseudo Mayflower madam averred to right justice in sought after ****** free nation, where the turkey ought tubby national bird mandating free codicil to second amendment as of furred thus, that *** hide from right to bear arms premature sea r man *********** of Peter ought to be heard where sudden sound sans ***** seams burst **** strapped unseen bulging Johnson's onslaught hail of expletives cursed out the mouth of salty sailor spewing Prez, hook halled for a recess first and foremost before questioning resumed automatically immersed within ****** tabloid pulp pit ***** sing Bacchanalian refused to quit particularly when groin set zipper (flimsy – obviously, NOT put thru linkedin locked down rigorous paces realized, when pry vet eylit of trouser snake split) yielding singular (nada so sterling) gamut gallimaufry variegated erector set with singular bulbous ram rod rocket like trivet.
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Mar 29, 2018
Mar 29, 2018 at 2:59 AM UTC
The reign of Stormy Daniels
alternately titled: breast ****** fallacy hi-jinxed! In her “60 Minutes” interview aired Sunday (March 26th, 2018), the **** star known within red district as Stormy Daniels bared her "naked lady" version swearing oath of honesty, she emphatically **** cleared on a stack of video nasties, and ****** 'zines now she can live rest of life guilt free offloading hush money endeared a posteriori into infinitely jesting bordello loop with calmly enchanting bug eyed, drooling media hounds, whose nostrils flared squelching the trumpeting Don, who maliciously glared for traitorously breaching “genital man's agreement”), playing the (sock it to him role of goody two shoes) christened Stephanie Clifford) shaggy long haired pseudo Mayflower madam averred to right justice in sought after ****** free nation, where the turkey ought tubby national bird mandating free codicil to second amendment as of furred thus, that *** hide from right to bear arms premature sea r man *********** of Peter ought to be heard where sudden sound sans ***** seams burst **** strapped unseen bulging Johnson's onslaught hail of expletives cursed out the mouth of salty sailor spewing Prez, hook halled for a recess first and foremost before questioning resumed automatically immersed within ****** tabloid pulp pit ***** sing Bacchanalian refused to quit particularly when groin set zipper (flimsy – obviously, NOT put thru linkedin locked down rigorous paces realized, when pry vet eylit of trouser snake split) yielding singular (nada so sterling) gamut gallimaufry variegated erector set with singular bulbous ram rod rocket like trivet.
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I used to wake up To the beat of the drums And the pitter patter Of solders outside my door "at ease solder, we're going to war" They would say As we crossed the valley Green men, green trees Passing us by Without many to try Many would die Except my brother and I We would fight the good fight Even when he was gone Many months at a time But one day there came a knock With many a medallion and a glock Two men sent my mother into shock I miss you brother Though I didn't know The stars and strips buried with your body One last mission I sent my men on To protect your body With a green man in your hand Your Purple Heart will glow
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Jul 4, 2016
Jul 4, 2016 at 2:12 AM UTC
Brother