OK so these two  hookers who work the docks get together after work to discuss their day. The boat came in and the one told the other the most beautiful Sailor ever got off the boat . She asked him if he wanted some company and he said "baby it's all I've been thinking about for six months."
He asks how much for a date and she says for $100 you get this you get that and I will bring you to the heights of ecstasy you can't even imagine . He said I don't have a hundred dollars .
So she turns around after trying to walk away and says OK buddy it's been a slow day so  for $50 I could give you some oral and bring you to the same heights of ecstasy ? He said , **** for six months that was the first thought on my mind but baby I ain't even got 50 . But it's been a slow day she tells her friend and I'm not even nice and offer a 25 ******* if he's quick. He said I got 25 dollars. Her friend asks what did u do? "Well I pull down his pants and he's bigger than anybody I ever seen."
Friend asks , well, what did u do?"
She says " I lent him 75 Bucks"!!! 

Xoxo. 
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I spent some time perusing poems to site as authors would probably work their own. There are not however a perfection of miss any even look at masters they have their rare disaster. There’s not a place where poems are written and I know you like some and maybe be mitten with the corn in the effort but truth has to have a place to say hey you could fix this or add that it’s not a disgrace why is the custom here so blind and actually useless because if everybody says they love everything you can throw out all the words cause they got no juice to it if you’re not picking out something here and there that you could help somebody with a critique if everybody loves everything that means nobody say saying anything important and that’s what I find and I read 150 poems and did not find one single word for somebody offered a suggestion or help to improve. It makes the site empty and vacant and against the very core of what poetry is and absolutely everybody who throws these flowers should be ashamed and figure it out.

WHEN TO STOP
Imagine the power to gather the Gods grace that is your humble reward, your born impulse to share and you honorably direct it toward, disbelievers that lack grace and evil they no longer fight, you Summon, you yearn, plead their hearts fill with might, but sadly you acknowledge, it's an impossible plight. Cry not dear warrior who never will fear the grim reaper, some lost souls just stay lost, remember, each and all are their own keeper +
Bobby O

END OUT
How u hold up ur end,Tells all ,what ur about.  I don't know yet how i'm gonna figure my end out.

So I went back, walked thru my minds video of the past, found four frames, hard questions asked, they triggered truth, I own lies that last. Some,  they live in those video's, gave me reasonable doubt, the past ain't gonna show how I'm gonna figure my end out.

But I got next, next week, next job,next plan's the best. Today stays empty, tomorrow is all. Frozen steps, Future dreams, embracing the stall, Imaginary progress , on some imaginary route, the Future sure won't show how I'm gonna figure my end out.

The Privledge of time, I thought used to be mine. Climbing up will scare me, but I refuse to stay blind. The mirror talks, baby steps, walk that straight line. Joining life, jumping in, ending this hideout, now , right Now, is the perfect time to figure my end out.
Bobby O

A Critical Measure
A little of me was left behind when she suddenly left
Prompting A Genesis I guess, of both smiles and tears . Trying, Perhaps mistakenly ,a tactile desperate grasp  to reach back, grab a little of each, and allay my building fears
Wishing to compute a relationship relativity to override this soul shaking negativity wondering if there was someway to conclude that our piles of infectious smiles combined to cancel,  this current river of tears. With a wink I began to imagine a mystic scale buried deep in
a sea filled with waves of emotion touching each and all , with surging tides of resentment and  contentment ,great success and lonely duress , our inspired climbs and insipid falls. Hark, grand waters break and grand Heralds call, Behold Grandest Scale of All
The magnificence now before our eyes , abruptly delivered a Shock and Awe surprise. But Alas, instead , That grand scale was barely noticed,
Suddenly , hypnotically all were claimed by the beauty of the Herald’s song .
I no longer wished to count those smiles and no longer wished to weigh those tears. At once I did remember just where importance lives , it stands proud in Times ahead of us, not in faded moments washed away, with a little hope and lots of trust, we shall see a Better Day.
BobbyO

The Sense to Shake it Off
She chose bold prose her lyrics overt
Expertly aimed with intention to hurt
Might Swifty style define her revenge and her plan
Bare assed and shout loud I’m no longer her man
No terms no discussion
No battles no War
Why bother complaining
What is it good for
BobbyO