"asswipe" poems
*****
****
*****
*****
Nerd
Punk
******
First words out of your mouth
On the last day of my life
So moments before I pass away
I'll take the time to write them all
On the skin you feared would give you ***
******
Transvestite
Dweeb
*******
Seriously?
You don't remember it
The moments we bumped into each other
In almost every bathroom
Stuffing my face into the fresh ****
You just so happenly dropped
And had all your friends **** on me
As you flushed the toilet over and over again
I'm suprised
You were just joking about it in 5th hour
So allow me to introduce myself again
Hi my name is...
Not going to finish the statement
You usually do with
Queer
***
Short ****
My name has become whatever you decide to call me
And never once do you ever use the same one twice
But today I've kept track
Every name
Every moment in my high school history
Hell even in elementary and middle
You've been there every step of the way
Bullying me even more
Pounding me in the playground
Well I guess I'll show you what you called me
With the bruised body you left me
But I'll finish this off with my actual name ************
My name is Robert Guerrero
I was a poet, the voice to all the people
You thought were your stepping stones to success
Now I'm the corpse you left nameless
Feb 4, 2014
Feb 4, 2014 at 2:48 PM UTC
i know one beard stroking ******* ******* ******* piece of **** guy
who always says
"whatever suits you"
in his dead-beat ******* voice
that just speaks of soft, white flesh
and greasy hair
and i've found that i hate that phrase
with every fiber of my being
because my mother did
whatever the **** suited her
and it killed her entire family
like what if what suits you is kicking puppies
or pinching babies
or molesting little kids
or wiping out entire races
like what the actual ****
you ****
Nov 5, 2013
Nov 5, 2013 at 1:24 AM UTC
well i did it, i beat the odds.
***** three years ago by an ex boyfriend more times than anyone can count? that's poor luck.
you would have thought i was all out of miserable circumstances.
you would have thought wrong.
because what are the chances i would feel comfortable enough to open up to someone about my abuse history, and they would take advantage of it?
what are the chances that he would react carefully and perfectly,
seeing his opportunity and taking it like the ******* he is.
so now i have two rapists. two.
i didn't accept it at first, i thought it was cruel joke.
it took a friend to tell me that yes, ashley, you were ***** to open my eyes
i haven't been able to shut them since
it has been two and a half months now
i think i'm only getting worse.
i'm in a downward spiral, i don't know where i am headed but i know it isn't good.
Dec 13, 2015
Dec 13, 2015 at 12:15 AM UTC
Pathetic Mess
I got egg on my face,
I'm a big disgrace,
hear my name slandered, all over the place
got stains on my shirt,
from last nite's dessert,
walking round with my head, in outer space
went to the store,
slammed my finger in the door,
everyone there, laughed and pointed
tripped over a stack,
of crunchy Craker Jack,
all contorted, like I'm double-jointed
called my girl last nite,
got into a fight,
she slammed down the phone, said I was an *******
drank whiskey from a glass,
got drunk on my ***
smoked some **** in an old hash pipe
then I couldn't get up,
got sick and threw up,
just laid there mad, I was really disgusted
then the cops were there,
cuffed me to a chair,
you're ******* pal, cause now your busted
yes I am a mess,
and I must confess,
my pockets are empty, got me no money
need to remove this cob,
find me a job,
and oh yeah, a brand new honey
Gomer LePoet...
Jun 29, 2010
Jun 29, 2010 at 4:10 AM UTC
hey listen
you're my bestfriend an all
but girl...
if that kid was my boyfriend
i'd punch him in the ***** so hard
he'd be sitting on his *** in the middle of next week
wondering what the ****
happened
you don't give people ultimatums like
"it's me or your dream"
i'd say **** you
at least my dream's better
in bed,
you
tent-pitching
*******
Feb 28, 2013
Feb 28, 2013 at 9:10 PM UTC
**** you. Quit melting
my mind away, and cleaving
myself from myself.
**** you. I'm losing
track of what I used to be,
all because of you.
**** you. You're killing
me slowly, not with toxins,
but with my own mind.
**** you. You've got me
hooked, confused, and lost inside,
outside my control.
**** you. **** you, you
self-destructive, sadistic
******* of a drug.
May 15, 2017
May 15, 2017 at 2:22 PM UTC
I'm just waiting for that check to come.
The world is burning but I feel numb.
TV is awesome and outside is dumb.
So I'm sitting here waiting for my check to come.
I'm holding my breath when I go to the store
And they're still out of paper, like the 5 times before.
But when that check hits, it's ******* galore.
I'll buy it all wholesale, it'll be a big score.
Just a few weeks til I get that sweet cash
Then it's Amazon Prime, Grub Hub and DoorDash.
I'm sure that this plague will be done in a flash
And we'll go back to life with our fat wads of cash.
So I'll sit on my sofa and watch the train wreck.
In my fortress of Lysol and standard-grade tech.
With my *** getting bigger and pain in my neck
Waiting patiently here for my stimulus check.
Jul 20, 2020
Jul 20, 2020 at 5:23 PM UTC
Don't you get mistaken
thinkin you got some sort of obligation
needing to walk me home or carry my crap
Mar 27, 2017
Mar 27, 2017 at 4:11 AM UTC
'tween dipthong and *******
from ******* to *******
it seems coherent
which do you use to wipe
left or right
hand
I wash between so it don't matter
but, some people
eat right and wipe left,
it's more the sounds of a word
that tick, than meanings
sometimes
I've a cololrful example somewhere
buried between the coyest sounds
out in a field.
Feb 7, 2017
Feb 7, 2017 at 4:32 PM UTC
I am auto
mathematically
my own biographer
reading journals endlessly
old love letters not burned yet
interviewed all the survivors
Parsed the ones from the remainders
the lies from the strangers
how they had dinner with you
and both your ******
waited outside hearing the
fists and words fly
said they were about to call 911
but thought better
took the dividends and squared them
with being
exponential
logged all the debits against credits
balanced the sheet wrote notes to me the CEO
and protested in the streets
with bold lettered signs
saying
how my corporeal corporation
is somehow female repressive
equal rights for all
and such representations
just all mango mentally managed by
my tangled self-analyzations
it gets complex trying to footnote
all the references
as I try not to plagiarize myself
knowing I copyright
my *******
before flushing it down
Aug 17, 2017
Aug 17, 2017 at 3:03 AM UTC