"cojones" poems
He's broken, he's in pieces, he's trapped, in a black hole
He's crying, he's heartbroken, he's dying of loneliness
He's confused, his mind is overloaded, his todger is dropping off
He's this and that and that and this
projecting your ******* fears and insecurities on him
Hahaha...hahaha...hahaha...hahaha...hahaha
You know what....He's NOT....he's laughing at you
He's happy that you now realize there are still men out there
who transcend your ******* stereotyping and imbecilic assumptions .
He's still laughing because he now sees for ******* real
how immature and mentally underdeveloped a lot of you are
and how so petty, mediocre and easy to manipulate you are
Not to mention how weak, spineless and unable to handle pressure
so many of you are.
He laughing because you just act without fully thinking
You are a shallow lot, cowardly, infantile and narrow minded
You lack sound reasoning capacity and a lot of you are neurotic
He's laughing because most believe anything they are told
Unquestioning drones like a Labrador thrown a stick
Go fetch, off he runs, retrieve stick, pat on the head, good boy
Just simple minded followers.
He laughing because he's attained all he wanted
Got a good education, good self understanding, good morality
sensitivity, compassion, empathy, confidence and honesty
A well drilled man, adaptable, flexible, courageous and brave
A MODERN DAY SPARTAN.
He's laughing because you can't ******* take that away
He's laughing because he's shown you how a proper man is
He's laughing because he's invalidated your stereotypical
assumptions, your prejudices, your bigotry and your ignorance
He's laughing because you have confirmed your inferiority
exposed your fears and inadequacies and make others see how
damaged and vindictive you are
He's laughing because out of all only one woman has shown
magnanimity and she didn't belong to the class of the mediocres
Which proves the point that mediocrity goes hand in hand
with ignorance, fear and lack of Dignity and Integrity.
And he's laughing because he's got chutzpah
a big package
and a hell of "tener cojones"
hahaha...hahaha...hahaha...hahaha
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Sep 7, 2018
Sep 7, 2018 at 9:54 AM UTC
this grind breathes a fist
of sublime roast allure
as the Nicaraguan Black Bull
surrenders it’s fat cojones
to the blade and the forced steam
fixes me, dilated,
but still only grooving at 70bpm
I feel so very disco
Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 1:08 PM UTC
Getting serious my friends
The first cruise missile hits
Middle East will explode
The President I have supported
Needs to rethink this
Grow some cojones
Realize he is stuck between
A rock and a hard place
But we shouldn't cherry pick
Which bad guys to go after
Enough blood and treasure spilled
On sticking our noses in where they don't belong
But is GB and GD and VX
Worse than starving your nation
Want to go after bad guys
Go after that crazy ****** in North Korea
Ask yourself if Iraq and Afghanistan
Are better now than before
Plenty of bad guys here in U.S.
Time to stop being the policemen of the world
Listen, CINC
Let us worry about home
Yes, killing children with poisonous gas
Is despicable
But will missle strikes
Change the picture
Syrias as serious can be
Best to let war take its course
Than trying to change history
Another Rubicon
We don't need to cross
Aug 26, 2013
Aug 26, 2013 at 6:00 PM UTC
Hombres veo que de hombres
sólo tienen, sólo gastan
el parecer y el cigarro,
el pantalón y la barba.
En el corazón son liebres,
gallinas en las entrañas,
galgos de rápido vientre,
que en épocas de paz ladran
y en épocas de cañones
desaparecen del mapa.
Estos hombres, estas liebres,
comisarios de la alarma,
cuando escuchan a cien leguas
el estruendo de las balas,
con singular heroísmo
a la carrera se lanzan,
se les alborota el ano,
el pelo se les espanta.
Valientemente se esconden,
gallardamente se escapan
del campo de los peligros
estas fugitivas cacas,
que me duelen hace tiempo
en los cojones del alma.
¿Dónde iréis que no vayáis
a la muerte, liebres pálidas,
podencos de poca fe
y de demasiadas patas?
¿No os avergüenza mirar
en tanto lugar de España
a tanta mujer serena
bajo tantas amenazas?
Un tiro por cada diente
vuestra existencia reclama,
cobardes de piel cobarde
y de corazón de caña.
Tembláis como poseídos
de todo un siglo de escarcha
y vais del sol a la sombra
llenos de desconfianza.
Halláis los sótanos poco
defendidos por las casas.
Vuestro miedo exige al mundo
batallones de murallas,
barreras de plomo a orillas
de precipicios y zanjas
para vuestra pobre vida,
mezquina de sangre y ansias.
No os basta estar defendidos
por lluvias de sangre hidalga,
que no cesa de caer,
generosamente cálida,
un día tras otro día
a la gleba castellana.
No sentís el llamamiento
de las vidas derramadas.
Para salvar vuestra piel
las madrigueras no os bastan,
no os bastan los agujeros,
ni los retretes, ni nada.
Huís y huís, dando al pueblo,
mientras bebéis la distancia,
motivos para mataros
por las corridas espaldas.
Solos se quedan los hombres
al calor de las batallas,
y vosotros, lejos de ellas,
queréis ocultar la infamia,
pero el color de cobardes
no se os irá de la cara.
Ocupad los tristes puestos
de la triste telaraña.
Sustituid a la escoba,
y barred con vuestras nalgas
la mierda que vais dejando
donde colocáis la planta.
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The dude that never wants problems, or
Do not have a thing for danger
Always gets confronted by trouble
That's why I make danger my business
I'm the suspect
The accused
The guilty
Not the witness
I never got into picking on someone who feared me or just wasn't dangerous at all
It's the head first collisions
And blood baths
That make my **** hard
Everyone isn't like that though
So
If you don't have *****
No matter what position you are in
***** **** *******
Even soft butts
So you know what?
Grow some nuts
Jan 3, 2013
Jan 3, 2013 at 10:41 PM UTC
CLEAN... OUT OF HIS MIND!
ChIRp! ChEEp! TwEEt!
Lone bird playing Jazz
with a real kick...in the *****
***
GLAN AS A MHEABHAIR!
BiOG! GiOG! MiOG!
Leathean ag seinm snagcheol
le fíor lasc...magairli!
***
HORS DE SON ESPRIT!
Le ChIRp! La ChEEp! Le TwEEt!
Oiseau solitaire jeu Jazz
avec un véritable coup de pied dans les couilles
***
LIMPIO ... FUERA DE SU MENTE!
El cantO! El gOrjeO! El PíO!
Pájaro solitario juego Jazz
con una verdadera patada en los cojones ...!
May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 3:47 AM UTC
La Kumbia Kalvinista no es ritmo vaticano
se baila todo libre con la biblia en la mano
La Kumbia Kalvinista es la onda reformada
las sectas sí prometen—pero no entregan nada
Esta cumbia trascendente, pero poco conocida
es la cumbre de verdad, y predestina pura vida
La Kumbia Kalvinista es la nueva nueva onda
se la cantan las iglesias y ofrecen otra ronda
La Kumbia Kalvinista no lo bailan los de Roma
si un padre lo intenta terminará caído en coma
es un baile teológico que es absurdo mientras lógico
lo baile cada tribu, cada etnia y antropólogo
el papa mismo, y su esposa
bailan esta cumbia fabulosa
tu estado de animo no es nada
sino gracia predestinada
lo bailan los sajones con cojones
lo bailan las alemanas si le dan la ganas
este baile está basado en un ritmo luterano
apetece a los gringos, a los indios, y a fulano
no bailaban los franceses aunque Calvin era suya
si bailaban los escoceses y gritaban aleluya !
Apr 23, 2017
Apr 23, 2017 at 8:44 PM UTC
the tingliness in my finger tips
cheeks hurting
the warmth of another body
their sweat slipping yours
my ***** naturally wet
body heated
arrebata hasta los cojones
******* hard
brief breeze by the rotating fan
the smell of daisies
and the calmness of myself
Aug 22, 2019
Aug 22, 2019 at 12:50 AM UTC
Aquí,
Ramón Collar,
prosigue tu familia soga a soga,
se sucede,
en tanto que visitas, tú, allá, a las siete espadas, en Madrid,
en el frente de Madrid.
¡Ramón Collar, yuntero
y soldado hasta yerno de tu suegro,
marido, hijo limítrofe del viejo Hijo del Hombre!
Ramón de pena, tú, Collar valiente,
paladín de Madrid y por cojones; Ramonete,
aquí,
los tuyos piensan mucho en tu peinado!
¡Ansiosos, ágiles de llorar, cuando la lágrima!
¡Y cuando los tambores, andan; hablan
delante de tu buey, cuando la tierra!
¡Ramón! ¡Collar! ¡A ti! Si eres herido,
no seas malo en sucumbir; ¡refrénate!
Aquí,
tu cruel capacidad está en cajitas;
aquí,
tu pantalón oscuro, andando el tiempo,
sabe ya andar solísimo, acabarse;
aquí,
Ramón, tu suegro, el viejo,
te pierde a cada encuentro con su hija!
¡Te diré que han comido aquí tu carne,
sin saberlo,
tu pecho, sin saberlo,
tu pie;
pero cavilan todos en tus pasos coronados de polvo!
¡Han rezado a Dios,
aquí;
se han sentado en tu cama, hablando a voces
entre tu soledad y tus cositas;
no sé quién ha tomado tu arado, no sé quién
fue a ti, ni quién volvió de tu caballo!
¡Aquí, Ramón Collar, en fin, tu amigo
¡Salud, hombre de Dios, mata y escribe.
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Smack dab in the middle of the season
You seized them by their cojones
Accepting all our feminine values
Can never turn us back into men
Remind me of the muck you bared
Like growing mustard greens and sharing your wealth
We uncover millionaires in their health clubs
Doing nothing but killing themselves for free (love)
Now men are boorishly standing up to women
To remind them of their choice to bear children
Or to openly perform complex arthroscopic heart surgery
Still we are fortunate to live at a time
When you can decide approximately
How many fingers you'd like to have inside of you
Its true that we have more to lose than our pride
And at times we experience the same arrested development
So why not join forces for the embellishment of our stories
Your allegories destroy all my categories of interpretation
Did you really think you’d get away with it
Why can't we just let the world know
That we don’t need any more specious people on the block
Celibate sages are ageist it seems
A common propensity of sheep(le)
Is the ineluctable need to get married or procreate
In this heat we are all defeated repeatedly
Underneath a level of arrogance i breathe
Dripping sheet-rock from my knees
We are trying to show by degrees
That I can embody what I need
If I am really the healer that I long to be
Aug 25, 2019
Aug 25, 2019 at 3:28 PM UTC
The essence of wit is brevity
which interestingly evinces chivalry
delivered verdict to hex **** size
(once and for all) president
dons mantle of deviltry
and trumps constitutional credo
defining American elementary
particular edicts denoting, enshrining,
framing, grand honorable inalienable rights
when foolhardy lobbyists prevail
evicting execrable“enemy”
i.e. forward thinking (progressively liberal)
which subsequently might help
timid citizens to invoke probate, procure, produce cojones
in opposition against rabidly power hungry,
misogynistic courting among the body politik
fostering future feverish fortuity,
toward risking life and limb sans
Uncle Sam selfless gratuity
(especially as Benjamin Button syndrome –
reverses aging process
acquired thru heredity
gets in full swing) stamping mindset
nonestablishmentarian identity
with my Kosher blessing despite any infamy
permission to go ahead with jocularity
from a superstar coach named Kennedy
thereby garnering homespun liberty
where icon bank on direct
laudable, linkedin longevity
with unrolled Scottish grandeur
(Pomp and Circumstance broadcast)
synchronized with precise
unrolled welcome mat
yule receive granted “FAKE” feted soiree
as curtain call doth close toward
final decade of mortality
yet dismiss bing hash-tagged
a scofflaw at any opportunity
especially if legislated mandate
earmarked as priority
in tandem with the key quality
apothegm stipulates decrease sing sanity
as the hands of father time
spin (Doktor Dude Little) backward
away from present day turbidity
increasing revanchism uber victory.
Jan 21, 2018
Jan 21, 2018 at 5:58 PM UTC