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zebra Jun 2016
she came to me one day
the *****
beautiful like a girls choir
singing Latina L'Amour
moving her bottom
like a metronome

her ******* a cascade of kindness
that break the hearts of men
they die
for those
blouse muffins
her smooth legs and feet
made for *** art
lickity splits and ****** contortions
while her wiggly *** and ****
tell you
what heaven would be like
hips that sway  traffic
causing pile ups
and fender benders
and make good boys
hopeful about being chosen
perhaps anointed
and judged worthy
but alas  
turn good boys into
chronic *******-rs
in dim midnight closets
or trawling *** criminals

at the very sight of her
my soul buckled
i wanted her
like darkness
needs a lantern
like blood
needs cells

she looked at me
with ****** in her eyes
it would make my **** wet to hurt you
she said with a soft tremor
ill **** yours for hours
tongue toy
losange
gullets prey
girl food

will you earn your suffering
adore my goddess ***
and lick it **** and span
kiss my beautiful feet
with tender devotion
pray for cruel ***** abuse
be consumed
by ******* jaws
thrill me
love me
flood me
with blood
and ****
die for me
my love

as i looked into
her hollowed
desperate soul
so eager
and felt deeply her need
and loved her to tears
to broken hearts mend

to struggle with
the dark angle
unrequited love
to expunge
years of vacant stares
of nameless women
and empty beds
to forget foreboding
bath cabinets bereft
of girly things
like
lolly pop pink lipstick
cherry sherbet nail polish
lacquered hardened coats  
aerated perfumed clouds
of vanilla candies
and fashionable
demonic party masks
over black brooding mascara
on almond eyes
hiding hot embers
cool and staring hungry

while wrenched obsessive
for the feminine
that drag my soul
through long coffin
hollow gullies
that drive me
to invocations
of Hecate
sacrificial blood rituals
voodoo trances
god forms
and black art astrologers
who have the power
to move planets
through space
and change fates

oh so wrong
yet i must
for loves sake
say yes to her
yes to her for pleasures sake
even if in the end
i am left to moan
to howl at a blood moon
with in the confines
of her dark edged
appetite
ascending in sin
as she ***** me
like she hates me

yes my beloved
to vanquish numbness

she consoles
my willingness  
excites
i felt her adoration

be brave for me
she murmured
sadists are cowards
teach me surrender
you are glorious
in my clutches

i made my self ready
positioned my self
as per her instructions
face down
legs apart
on a bed of nails
happy in my pit
as she played
a whole lotta love
by led zeppelin
blood swollen ****
oozy
for her tender kisses
and brutal schemes

the masochists tao

to denigrate oneself
to kiss your goddess feet
to lick your perfect ****
to adore your prim rose ****
to taste your lips of fire
to tangle in your silky locks
to see your eyes a blaze
to drink your saliva nectar
to eat your crumbs
to lick your *** clean
to be beaten
to your satisfaction
to drown in your *******
to hold you close
to take pleasure
in your cruelty
to suffer for your delight
to be
the sacrificial lamb
to be a victim
in an ****** dream
with jaws and teeth

she took me inside
smiled  like a feral
lust twisted child
took out a
scalped handled knife
brushed it across
my tummy and *****
terror brewed
excitement struck
my **** got so hard
she grinned
and salivated
like a Satanic Cheshire
in bloom

she devoured ***** warm butter
as it poured in waves
into her black lipsticked
pink wet mouth temple

oh she said
i like it a lot
do you mind a small incision
my darling

mommy needs
a little taste of hell

her face shape shifted
into a warbled shadow
as she licked her lips
and tickled
her *******
with gooed fingers

cut me i implore
im in the mood
you sweet savage

she opened me slow
o o o o ooow
ooh the sting
don't stop i begged
loving her
voluptuous greed
as she covered me
with heavens kisses
eyes desperate
devouring
drenched through ******
and bestowed
upon me
eager  licks
that swoon
and savage wounds

she took charge
with curvilinear cutlery
she gave it to me hard
oooofff
then good again
aaahhh
then deep and threw
like a spoon through Crisco
a surgeon from hell house
oh so fun she said
she licked my ****
fingered my ***
****** my *****
frenetic
then stuck me with a fork
giggling
not done yet she mused
and then
required of me
that my tongue
obediently pay homage
to her naked mouth ****

i was the pig for slaughter
needles and knives
burned *******
bruised ****
a bleeding torn
pin cushion
eyes teared
back arched
torso writhing
cherry cheeks
blood gusher
her *******
and belly ****
soaked in my blood
commanded me to lick
my own pools
of red plush
for her amusement

a couple at play
in Satan's temple of lust
her face turned to mischief
in a demons trance
her soul
like hyenas
and clawed weasels
all trapped villeins

im done ****** around
with you she quipped
her **** on fire
like a burning house
she plunged a blade deep in my gut
her eyes wide and glaring
like blazing head lights
possessed by hell bats

oh my goddess
for you
over the summit
as i shuddered
arching in torment
curling into a ball
squirming
like a severed worm

her face contorted
with horrors fun
her **** pored forth
tremulous quivers
and hells
brimstone gasms
ecstatic

oh she drank my blood
****** my ****
with kaleidoscopic tongue
like a devils bride banshee
licked my *** clean
filthy *****
defaced me with a drooling ****
and brooding ****
strangled me with nylons
until my lips ran numb
until my tongue dragged
like a corpse in a car wreck
she  whimpered and cooed
suffocated me with her **** ***

stepped on my face
with feet i adore
chewed off my *****
a black mambas kisses
filled my mouth
with hot rocks
that melted my skull
oh cry to heaven
wheres Jesus
as i scummed
up-leaping

the  last words
i ever heard
*** you sure to kick a lot
im cu cu cu cu cu cu *******
for you blood boy
dead dead dead
floppy floppy head
**** like cherry pie
Tammy M Darby Dec 2017
Awaken from my sleep
With a clitter and a clatter
I sprang from bed and stubbed my toe
Wondering what in the world was the matter
  Racing down stairs I heard a little grunting and groaning
Coming from the fireplace
On the eve of Christmas morning

So up I looked and there he was alive and kicking
Certainly not dead
A white beard covered with dark **** and a woolly suit bright red

I said Hey ole man whats shaking  
You look like your sorta stuck
He replied kinda of angrily turning crimson in the face
Why no I am having lunch

Well said me you are a little fat to be sliding down a chimney
I forgot about my stocking hanging on the mantel
And after that silly remark
I could count on it being empty

So off to the kitchen in a hurry I went
Him mad and about to boil
To fetch what I needed to get the plump fool out
Some good ole crisco oil

Well I lathered him up really well
And began to pull quite hard
  In a minute or two out he popped
Still mad and breathing hard

He was sure glad to get unstuck
And asked me what I wanted for getting him out
You may not believe it but I still write a list
So I knew what his request was about

He asked me very solemnly
If throughout the year I had been good
I hemmed and hawed and weakly replied
Santa don't you think I am a little old

Give me that list he repeated
Bright cheeks all a flush
So I did what I was told without anymore argument
Him being in such a rush
He caught his breath and pulled up his red pants
Walked out the door without even a glance

The next morning I woke up laughing
What a funny strange dream
It must have been that pizza I had for dinner
Because what I had seen could never be

But upon examination
I noticed I was covered with soot and black soil
  So I looked under my tree  
And among the shiny wrapped presents
Was a brand new can of crisco oil

All Rights Reserved @ Tammy M. Darby Dec. 11, 2017.
Robin Carretti May 2018
City rush me
Pretty push
Did he see?
The wish on
*******
Sunday I thought
A rush of pluses +++
He won
Be on time if not - - -

Monday be
good to me
Rumors
Fantasy thoughts
I am
What I am
Not Popeye
Going day back
I need a third eye
I am
All free
Robin
Bird
From
everyone

Wait!!

Don't rush me
I love everyone
*

Newspaper's
Sunday
Daily
News
Poem
touchdown
My poem stood
With the others
I bowed ((Gladly))


Waking up
To a Racers- mouth
Ray
_ speed lover
No homework

All game
Sunday_

Candles burned
The House flamed

"Procrastinator"
I'll be back
"Destroyer-Terminator"
Coffee drug me percolator
He April fools her
Shopping Sunday
right up magnifying
dress

He is back
Not the future
Smart *** tricks
On the Escalator
He Jeremy irons out
her clothes
That's it!!!

Never rushed
on Sunday
To make
a mob hit

The call girls
Busy- tight pants
So Panicked Monday's
religiously
Hooked in
Scientology

So ****** in
Not to ever kiss
her on a
Sunday
He bunked into ((God))
Poem ritual bunk bed
Well NYC
Cabbie, he
will
never
take it
on Sunday

The big game
crazies
The flower
shops
of horror
Emptied
out with
Moms
Tiger
Lillies
Smelling

Mad Men hungover

Rush hour
Tv movie
Hangover
Jet game
Sprinkler
shower

Opening up
The door to his
apartment
Big Girly
hoarder mess
After a
long talk
night

Saturday Night
Brooklyn
The Disco Queen
bridge-sight
His Mom
is still oiling
His BMW Racecar
with
Hot fire Crisco
he
will never
be
rushed
out the door
His car
never
starts
Sunday
or a
Monday

Teased on
Tuesday
Wednesday
shes wild
Thursday
Ladies
drink
for free
_

She got
her husband
to buy
her cushion
cut square
On Sunday
Do it or dare
She's
hanging
low

Times Square

Girly rough
Brooklyn
tough
Channel
blush
On Sunday
he is so
wired bushed
All the day os the week and the weekend should be the most relaxing. But its all crazies and cabbies give me my Starbucks of sugar daddies
Mike Hauser Feb 2015
Cossack Cowboys
Riding Llamas
That they dress
In pink pajamas
Teeny boppers
Blowing bubbles
Biker chicks
Causing trouble
Nuns in Habits
Punks in chains
One or two
Of the deranged
Rubbing Buddha belly
Cravers
And the band
Harvey Danger
David Bowie
Elton John
Both of them
With Spacesuits on
Vegetarians
Eating chicken
Love it fried
Finger licking
In a line to
Meet and greet Obama
Now I wish
I'd brought my Mama
On the T.V.
Slicing, Dicing
Infomercials
Are enlightening
Lindsey Lohan
There's more trouble
Send the Police
On the double
Michael Jackson
With his monkey
Chandelier
Swinging junkies
Bottle Rocket
Ridding crickets
Dolly Parton
Doing dishes
Tubs of Crisco
Set for wrestling
Bee Gees do be
Disco dancing
With Bruce Jenner
Wearing makeup
Dolly's kitchen
Filled with soap suds
Rubber band
Bumper babies
Call me odd
Don't call me crazy
Shooting stars
Carry Uzis
Washed up stars
Drink beer in Koozies
Donnie Osmond
Singing show tunes
As Marie blows
Animal balloons
Circus Barkers
And their Minions
Waylon left us
Shooter Jennings
Heidi Klum
Without makeup
To say the least
She looks a bit rough
American flags
As rainbow banners
Peal, scratch, and sniff
Talking bananas
Hookha smoking
Manatees
Oh yea...
and then there's me
These are just a few of the things that lean
On the lamp post of my dreams
Quinn Mar 2011
you walk in
i'm standing there
spritzing lingerie
to make it reek
like high class prostitutes
do after a night
when the cash flow
is non-stop

"Hi how are you today?"
"Grumble, grrrrr, grumble."
"Can I help you find anything?"
"Well, grrrr, I want the bra, arrrggghhh, I've got on. LOOK AT IT!"

i slowly approach,
postponing the inevitable
for as long as possible
as you lift your ancient
once black, now grey, turtleneck
and release an avalanche
of layer after layer of blubber
that jiggles ever so slightly
as it is disturbed by the movement

it is covered in a thick forest
of black hairs and
i swear i see a herd of lice
scurry off as i cautiously
lift my hands to inspect
the tag laying in the depths
of the jungle that lays thick on your back

the moment i make contact
with your skin
it takes all of my willpower
not to pull away in disgust
as my fingers go
for a ride on the slip n' slide that
is your back
it feels as if you have been
bathing in Crisco since
you were just a child

as i finally grasp the
worn and stretched material
and turn it over
i'm not surprised
to find that your bra
feels as if it just went for a swim
in Onondaga Lake
mmm, sweet, sweet radioactive sweat

i fumble around looking for
any indication of a tag
as you begin to tap your
foot with no rhythm at all
and suddenly you exclaim,
"OH, I cut the tag out of this ages ago!"
and storm away back into the mall
throwing bows and ***** looks
as you go

i'm left staring
as my sweat saturated hands
thinking,
"**** Victoria and her secrets."
©erinquinn2011
liz Oct 2012
Slick,
slick yellow lining
it protrudes from chins
and abdomens
and arms.
one can pass down genes
but just as easily
chicken fried steak
crisco
lard.
siempre son gordos
that is not genetic.
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wordvango Dec 2014
I reflect every morn after one cup
of coffee and two cigarettes
play Sudoku
try to relieve me
logically this biological fact
smells when I try to

get up after playing
naked Twister until 3 am
and running out of Crisco at 4.
Some children are like icing
and curdle on your tongue
the cheap crisco kind
that stains your clothes if it drops on them
chalky
oily
contradictions

Others are artwork
butter, chocolate, sugar, and cream
they remind me what I can make
of the sack cloth
and flour sacks
of man
Butch Decatoria Dec 2016
Well...

I heard it from Pookie

Who's real tight with Sookie

You know 'cuz

They're twins 'n all

And they're both from the neighborhood

When it all went down, guess they seen it too

Eyewitnesses times four

You know 'cuz

They two got a pair of blinkers

You know --peepers! Oculus instruments

You know ... These! (Wink wink hint hint)

Brown eyed, blue bright

Or "whatever you say Iris!"

She was the one with the twirly hair

And the swirly speech

Rollin' up on all of her

You know ... Gelatinous gelatina ****

Rubberneckin'

Don't mess with this!

"Uh huh"

"Nah ah, oh no she didn't ..."

Throwing ghetto out her mouth

Talkin about. yo mama

So PHAT

(Pretty Hot & Tempting)

For a rotisserie or deep fried in Crisco...


And you know

If the chicken heads are plucky and loud

Clucking chis-miss rumors

About

How she did done killed her molester

"Down that poor dirt road"

"I can still hear the gospel sang,

the surrounding churches'

Southern love to be loud, wafting

With the breeze through the long grass

Walking, closer to home, a hush...

Back when we folk were shiny skinned

With sweat of Summers' Lovin

Or late night lullaby in' ...

Baby's lil babe

She said he couldn't fall to sleep

Until this Final one"

When it all went Smack!

Talking for no reason now

(Just wanna be heard)

Throwing shade in the hot shadows

Her hollering voice

Reciting not laws but what's right for sho'.

A weeping willow

A peacock

A desperate clarinet cry

Look here now ! Don't miss out !

And that was when Pookie & Sooky

Took home mama Mook,

Who's complaining like Chubacca

Furry as the Wookie

Drunk as the fish in Tequila Seas...

But whatever battle she took to words

In the shadow of

Bars brawls and loss of conscience,

Everyone here / neighbors hear

The hoods we're in

She said the clouds! in the sky

"They was the lot of them

throwing most heinous shade!"

And whatever

You took from that there blathering

Wagging tongues

Talking smack. (That's on you)...

In the dim domain of drank and diggitty

They carry the haunch away


Three shadow figures

one is itchin' at her arm...

Smack

Throwing Shade.
yeah it's time for the hood to stand on they feet
and rep the code of the street
knockin out m and m
with polos shirt
polo jeans and black timbs
extracting limbs
we marchin' like platoons sending dooms
hits like Beruit
these fools is fruit
sweeter than Nabisco
keep the Crisco
roll the molly up slow
so ya know my flow
is smooth and mellow
castin bellows not ya modern day fellow
black as Othello
not Shakespeare
but my gun can make you transform
into the invisible atmosphere
here me clear I have no fear
pressure ya like peers steer
this rap game back to correction
once I make the alignment
hataz get confinement
extort loot like embezzlements
this ain't for embellishment
yeah I'm  hell sent
far from a repent
and you feel my presence
without my presence
I'm coasting beats roasting
leave tracks toast and
who? hotter than me
I beat any and every
emcee that trys to step to me
I'm like sensory
but the message is conveyed cuz I paid
my dues with trues
I deliver rhymes fast
like heard of bad news
so ya know yallin the defeat
try a compete
competition in a sleep
c uz I be the code of the streetts




is it pain or madness
I'm attracting to?
check the door that ya step through
mystical mysterial
stackin' underground
imperials
now your inferior
blacks n latinos
be the surperiors
along with the indians and haitian to jamaican we ain't fakin we takin' mass land ******. a perfecto master plan
because
I like seeing bodies turn blues
like they choked out
gaspin' for air
I don't care
shouldn't have step into my lair
yeah yo rhymes
thin
as a follicle hair
stock rhymes like cement brick layers
true ol school playa  
I be the black Flair
make ya girlies
say wooo beating down crews
like Egyptian slaves none could pave
a pathway I lay
more holier than scripture graphic picture
had to be censored
parental advisory is needed
when it heated like friction
breaking jurisdiction
**** this bias *** system
cold lynching us
mad at us cuz we
still alive
and our guns bust put trust
in myself
I'm a moor short
for Hebrew pointin out the fake h
Jews
ya know ya time is limited
shy but far from timid
runnin the game like Emitt
Smith take a spliff so I can get a lift
and let the hydro take me to astral
let the thoughts flow
on the beat giving subliminal for the code of the streets
Annomous Me Oct 2014
Like a lucid dream I found myself sauntering in the gritty streets. Downtown LA’s clash of modern and dilapidated buildings, the uptight and hollow people, the overwhelming trash, and the smog all perpetuating distant feelings. In a flash it became 7 AM on a Wednesday, I awoke to the breaking of ground, the hard concrete shattering like glass under the drill; the pounding reverberating through my undisturbed space. The hot and heavy sun ripped through my sealed shades illuminating my immaculate mundane walls. It had an asylum like feel, driving the synapses in my brain far from insane. I had fallen asleep with no recollection of the night before, I wasn’t drunk but I was still high, still not enough to forget yesterday’s mishaps. I walked out into the ***** kitchen, not my dishes and not my mess. The garbage had been piling up for what seemed like a month, beer cans and pasta stuck to the carpet like glue on paper. I drank my coffee and I ate my breakfast alone, the house was a dump by any means, potentially able to be something else but not. It felt like we were on the verge of Cool Whip and Wonder Bread sandwiches, like Heinz ketchup on macaroni; you could say we lacked a certain taste and quality. It felt like rubbing Crisco instead of baby oil on her body, it all amounted to a lesser substance than we all could fathom. We became complacent and insincere towards the world; it could have been the apocalypse and we still would have been the same. There was no security, there was no protection and future if we couldn't even deal with our selves. We all aspired to an opulent existence and an equal stake in this burdened world, it being not even remotely conceivable. We walked over the dead and those waiting to die, in hopes that we were worthy of more. The blankness took root over my Wednesday and I had nothing to show, who knew what future I would own. All I had was this ***** ole house, and a shared space that I could no longer bare.
Azaria Dec 2017
a gift from god
that's what my mom
tells me that my name means
handcrafted like
blown glass vases from
god's kaleidoscopic hands
and dropped into the earth
like undigested chicken into the frying pan by
nonnie's crisco-battered
fingers
as time goes on i realize that
my neatly folded corners
have crinkles in them
from all the seconds that i have wasted and cannot get back
from all the good in people that i looked for
that wasn't there
i haven't experienced a
great tragedy but yet
the words still roll from my body
like thunder
like god in the sky clapping
down to me
saying you go girl
saying you've made it, azaria
you've finally arrived
my mom never told
me that my
father wouldn't love me
like the way the first
breath feels when you
come up for air after
being underwater
like his love wouldn't
be an exclamation point
to finish the part of
existence where i
wasn't present
a ******* to gravity
for depriving him
of my high-voltage skin
and heroic laughter
she didn't tell me that
i would go to college
and fall in love with a
girl who
has a collection of 23 hats
and speaks of jamaica
like a past life
she didn't tell me
that my heart would burn like
hitting the corner of your
hip on a table
like the sting of your knees
on raw carpet
and holding on to things
that weren't meant for you
she never told me that
the ending was the hardest part
that time is stagnant like an open wound
when you peer into the night
waiting for god
to confirm your existence
like splitting open the
white sky
a 2 am revelation
unfolding like
atoning  
with your last breath
waiting for god to say
you go girl
you've made it, azaria
you've finally arrived
surely we'll live to see the day.
I was a kid, born with a fiery halo, says no preachers slapping crisco,
Telling me to let go, of the demons scheming from the gitgo,
Born in the months of a Virgo, and there if i go, got the light stored,
All across the shores, I feel the breeze, and the winds blowing slowly,
Caught a whiff of the spiritual drift, almost pushed me to the cliff,
Keep a spliff, chunky light the blunts pass it slowly, to my homies,
Thinking of ways to make pays, but it seems shadiness, is the only way,
To make an honest pay,
I could grow a jheri curl like O'Shea, make y'all ******* fear me, hear me,
Out I'm not ever gone rap about, that fake ****, make or take it,
We talking points, high and publishing so why, lie to yourself,
It ain't good for ya health, now you gotta move ya steps in stealth,
But I say **** that, I talk back, so what if I die it was my time to die,
Never question why, of the universe I speak so real in this verse,
I swear you'll see make shaking in my hearse, every soul is terse,
Once the crossover begins, make peace with ya sins before ya ending,
Brad told y'all, he never seen a man cry, til he seen a grown man die,
I can't even lie, even though tears flooded my eyes, can't save his demise,
I realize the game of life, is chest, tryna avoid the check mate *****,
Feeling bigger once ya pockets pass seven figures, there's a hitter,
Just waiting to get Cha, tells from the hood naw it's tales of the good,
And the bad, just poetries of visions I had in my note pad,
Became a reality, why nobody, see the evilness in this society,
Lurking at a snail pace, stuck in a rat race, different place a new face,
Waiting to get a taste, of ya blood on their hands, see inflation in demand,
Families is crumbling, no more humblesness just pain to ingest,
Only the real feel this, somebody get this torch out my hands, I'm loosing it,
yet, in spite of Clint Howard's banana-stealing bend, Ben loved him
like ****-deficit babe Barbie Roberts loved no-ball-&-**** doll Ken
in his humpless, stumpless, ****-strapless, crapped-out-big-bear den
where he confused suddenness for quickness frequently if not often
as he spun suddenly & quickly & frequently again in his pine coffin
that he had filled with wild kangaroo anuses from Australia to quell
& to soften his pine box bed for the rotten dead ***** he'd be boffin'
& to soften the casket for Botox-swollen hoes whom he'd be boffin'
& to soften his pine bed for crapped-out ****** who wanted boffin'
Judgement day's soon from Koestler's Darkness at Noon pairin' Pat
Boone & junior loon goon, martyr Martin Luther King as that ****
who Niven hadn't hunted in a racoon hunt in The Moon's a Balloon
in which no hog-slop cop bought at a profitable loss a fiery bassoon
played by a musically-deft & sexily-thrilling, heart-donating baboon
that sings old-world chimp songs that Sinatra could warble & croon
to Reeve's Eastern Express, jumpin' badly to 1 magickal faerie tune
After harvesting a crop of bee drops I stop to deposit top money for
fake honey on Lake Sunny as sheep hop over a chop steak of bunny
Once filthy rednecks become your next-door neighbors, through the
course of their daily redneck labors, you will be startled by periodic
explosions, shotgun blasts, back fires, dope raids & Samurai sabers
& blue-hued babies of infantile ages in post-born stages confined to
****** chimpanzee zoo cages like Tibetan sages given to outrageous
whinin' outrages, browner than what a buck-deer-pelt-shade beige is
Don't you remember that when we were in love with pink hog meat
we'd sit on torn seats at Burger King to chew dill pickled pigs' feet?
I don't care about your various burial plots & factor K, your antique
drugs from F.D.A., or why my ******* curl up on a wintry day
I don't care about your various blood clots & factor K, your antique  
stock from T.W.A., the way your ******* curl on a sunless day
I care a lot about these hairy mud smocks & vitamin K, old, ancient
bonds from N.B.A. + why beef **** curtains rarely wilt on Sunday
or promoting P.G.A.'s role in making **** drapes droop on Monday
after Mecca town's Eddie Mekka sought Shirley, sold & bought her
in the eternal holy city of righteous step-daughter ******, slaughter
as it slept beneath Laverne's saucy danglers where Eddie caught her
on the 3rd match that fused **** Cheney's N.A.T.O. cannon fodder
before Reeve took a head-first decapitation off a mudder or a trotter
or a fishnet stocking, a can of Crisco, a purse or a scrumptious otter
that totters where Caylee Anthony should never be allowed to totter
whilst Casey Anthony maintains the rotted, purple corpse is not her
as the toddler died of misadventure, meanin' mother hadn't shot her
Can't tell folks how you feel
Anymore they rather be
Fake than real
Quick to hold the steel
Piece to your back
Then have the audacity
To say they have your back
Backwards **** is that
Can't talk about problems
That's bothering
That rather heist your thoughts
Call it a gathering
But it's an undercover robbering
Can't talk about race wars
And the scars
Left many open punctured uncure
So sure
People really got something to say
But scared if they speak
Theyll be used as prey
Sick of the perversions of gay
Lesbians queers to the transgender
Pushing confusion of gender
Its a war on the hetros
But I got a couple
Of guns with extended ammunition
Call it a homicidal communion
n I'll aim it at they temple
**** your feelings
You in it for the wrong dealin'
Just a tactics
To push pedophiles at the top
Of the building
And why we ain't yielding
This ******* it makes me sick
To my stomach
Killin' kids with abnormal images
So they can up the **** percentage
If it's so normal ?
Why y'all pushing it so hard
Barely can get a mental charge
Cuz their brains is drained
Open and stained hopefully the remain
Alpha male alpha female's
Grab the fist
And punch the news publish
**** their sibling
I hope they listening
I'll start a line grab a bottle of Crisco
And start smackin' em
Like a religious christening
Mateuš Conrad Jul 2018
.   and Kant, remained the classical bachelor example; kept a cat, thought about walking the dog, forgot about the dog once a need for a leash became apparent... instead replaced the leash with a shadow, and the dog with a clock.

she thought me smoking
cigarettes outside of my window was
the problem...
infringing on the concept of
private property -
but there's this thing called
a maternal instinct...
yeah... and there's this plateau
of a civility concept...
and private property rights...
yet... and yet...
her baby suffered...
and... she... addressing me
in her underwear...
with bare thighs showing...
   me smoking a cigarettes
outside of my own window...
and yet! and yet!
she...
    missed the major problem?
even i didn't miss the main
problem...
       THE ******* HEATWAVE!
so, dear, whoever you,
who i've lived side-by-side to
for the past 15+ years...
and have only spoken to since
then...
      you're telling me
that me smoking a cigarette on:
THAT IS YOUR PROPERTY...
THIS IS MY PROPERTY...
******* English!
   - and the current heatwave
is not doing more harm
than me exhaling the smoke
in the opposite direction?
couldn't you move
the poor ****** from room
to room, to find him
a cold spot?
   oh right... mother aged 40+ years
old... i guess the maternal instinct
dried off... have
to blame your child's suffering
on your neighbours...
but not on the heat...
              BUT NOT ON THE HEAT...
THE ACTUAL PROBLEM!
no... ah...
   but a day later...
when the sun suddenly decided to
edge into a shyness - hiding -
the little ******* stopped crying...
oh no no... heat was never
the prime reason for the little *******
being in pain... even though
i too found myself looking for a cold
surface to extend a portion of sleep!
maternal "intuition":
what? the sort that can't identify
the main problem, namely the heat?!
well, **** me shiver and
the falling timber!
   jolene! jolene! jolene! joe! lean!
  maternal instinct my ***...
     the little ****** is crying
from the heat... i'm synonymous
with him, looking for extra shade...
and a cold slab floor
like some Count de Monte Crisco...
         by some Awank *******...
in England...
   reiteration of property rights...
is virtually non-existent -
     i can't, by such rubric...
take a shower... ****-naked...
     i can't smoke a cigarette on
my property...
  given... that a woman, who has had
fer first child aged 40+,
has the maternal instinct,
of a ******...
   who can't tell the difference between
a man smoking a cigarette from his
window... from...
                 THE ******* HEATWAVE!
****-bait... ****-habit...
       one of those itchy topics.
Ken Pepiton Jul 2022
My generational paradigm, the way I see me
generating out put from input,

slow thinking things that did happen,
as sure as one may seem,

when one puts one's foot down, and marks t
true we be,
after our writer is dead, alive,
your reading does the trick wait and see,

when I am as lost to common history
as Marvel Parsons and old Ed Childs,

who married into the Dailey family curse,
the result of a runaway father, or
incarcerated father, or crazy drunk *** father

f'given me
this bottle. Johnny Walker Red, ai, I have no clue
a horseman from the look of the company image,

like one of those liveried boys, in antebellum,
economic stability of class distribution of leisure time,
taking the rein, to hold Ma'ams horses, and stand

stiff as a little statue, to this day, see,
we were armed with far fewer words for wonders
observed but never served with hows and whys,

temperature and pressure, hot and cold,
fresh and old, as brand new carbon 14,

fresh from the end of molecule of N,
ping, tic, tack a timer on this atom,
watch it be taken down, in rain,
as carbon, with a message,
live and learn, the end
of all things is being
at once,

any given instance, being you, is so rare, run the numbers,
what good is earth? Lucky for you

I happen to know, from the first fusings refusing to nothing,
as if reaching toward, to warden, make good, the hope,
reaching around with all the e in our shared outs-per-ience
science, with meat, con carne, conscience, hey, chuy,

do you have no friend named Chuy, Oy vey, way way back,

we had a story rise from the wanderers, boys who took
the opportunity to **** for a living, very seriously,

we all wannabe Audie Murphy, led by John Wayne,
and that guy from Naked City,
certain ones, fed flour tortillas fried in golden Crisco,

experimental spit it all out, what is the secret meaning
in of for by all adaptable pre-positioning or al, posited,

Syble, possible, an allusionary stretch limn goes
to limnos and we slip in the slime of phonemic missed

concepts, with taken grip, grab and hold, catch, that
concept
imagined as Disneyworld, to a child who never went,
but watched the concept occur on TV.

And now, we may revisit the Disney-ifity, and compare,
who imagined this future,
who imagined that.

So who is happy, having won, who is scared of death?
limn is a subtle word.
Raps Jurassic break through scholastic fantastic
As the commodore performing Sunday morning
Easy please believe me im shooting my free ***** silly
Mics catchin' goosebumps from the cold humps stomps
Out the gritty nitty I know y'all feel me me de la soul
Let it grow hits from Htown to Moscow feel me though
Rolling in dough tidy bowl sip a little Sisco Crisco
With my styles no smiles looking for the curves meanwhile
Babygirl finessin' wild dressed for my infinite prowl
As I get the mics warm perform from the early morn
Til the sunshine cracks back into darkness break of dawn


Another day another dollar it make me wanna holla
Got the grit of a rottweiler gene pool was a fool
Old school mile mule don't care about the rules
I break those open rolls Pillsbury watch the bread
Grow suckas thoughts snow beat any scenario so
Don't test ya luck or get hit with the pluck of ya feather
Reflect rhymes like sun off of leather however
Flock stocks black Goodfellas guerilla cold chiller
Who's iller than this man make hits faster than quick sand
Ya understand I'm up on ya like house bids ya dig
This ain't for the kids but for the ultimate hustler
Survival struggler watch for life's shank aimmed juggler
Who ya trusting? Friends quick to be bustin'? Crushing
Ya reality through a dash of fantasy who can it be
Tryna take me outta reality I play safe like Donnie
So stay alert to all of the cons from morn til the break of dawn


Quarter past midnight looking for melon to hit right?
Outta zone out of sight catch the rappers delight
Got beam of an eagles eyesight prey swipe mid-flight
Told y'all to watch for the snipe quick to bite recite
Make haters rewrite it's too easy to make a fuss or fight
I stay true to the game let the light from the flame grain
Season the touching with no interruption clutchin'
The V like Churchill spoil chaos to the shills motion spills
So relax and chill as the music hits ya grill I'm oh so real
No candy rain but I'm leaving a stain begins migraine
Jamming my **** right? Mad tight gaining mad rites
Rituals ****** habitual heavy weight individual
By the words I mean don't let heat come in between
Or intervene green mad man machine super clean
Rockin' it like Smokey n Jackson getting on til the break of dawn
Where's Ophelia?

Lately my thoughts are scattered
No filtering bladder
Happy un-birthday lets have
Tea cuz I feel madder then hatter

Like my brain was ***** matter
Recycled which explains
Why my parents call me a
**** for brains

In my eyes it always rains
So the forecast I'm callin it
Cause I can predict the ****
Like a meteorologist

Even my psychologist
Has to see a psychologist now
And all I did was tell her about
Bein a kid so my childhood turns out

Was ab normal or a portal
To immortal hell
Probably why I'm amoral as well
Directing ***** at 12

No no no Barbie be submissive
For ken no one likes a *****
And where's Gi joe this is a
******* scene ****

I'm a professional and refuse
To work like this
"No mom I have no clue where my
Sisters Barbie is"

That probably led to the dead
Cat, who I asked can I feel ya?
And before you know it the
diagnosis Was necrophilia  

i need help like Ophelia
So get me to the nunnery
If you don't get the reference
It's ok I'm full of odd dummery

So concluding with summary
Is ima mind **** like ******
Resulting in psychosomatic
Brain Assaulting causing lobotomy

Which I consider a commodity
Cuz it's better then mediocrity
Plus more interesting is sarcasm
contradiction and hypocrisy

Which is all part of my psychology
That offers me Psychosis
Acting as my main excuse for
My high in strong flight like Locust

Which is highly corrosive
Very ferocious to the brain
Which was already ****** like
It was the victim of a jailhouse train

Yelling bomb! bomb! On a plane
That's why I took the train
I couldn't be fixed by sigmand
Froud 50 dr Phils and a dr crane

But I swear I've been framed
By my mind frame no less
But no more either so I'm no more
Eager to fix it I guess ....

Seriously .....where the ****
is Ophelia?

I'm not in the mood to be
Serious or Make valid points
Or debate social issues
I just wanna anoint

To cleanse the emotion
And see what comes out
And hope it's not insecurity
Self pity or self doubt

It's hard saying help
It feels like a dogs yelp
Perplexed while still vexed
I can't figure life out

Or what it's about
Will I ever feel success
How can I relieve the stress
And achieve my best

When I believe my death
Is right around the corner
So many feelings bottled
Up inside I could be on hoarders

I'm a *** can u spare a quarter
Hi, hitman? I'd like to order
Can you shoot me lucky number
7 times it seems I'm out of order

I'm outta order? Your outta
Order!
This whole ****** poem is
OUT OF ORDER!

Please excuse the obtuse
Blown fuse I'm ok now
Stupid ****** what do u mean
U dont take pay pal

**** if u want something
Done right u gotta do it urself
I have no chance in life if a well
Liked success hangs himself

With his own ****** belt
So what chance do I have?
At finding happiness  I know
It sounds bad cuz I'm a proud dad

But that can't fix all the
**** malfunctioning inside
I'm so use to life ******* me in
The *** Ill probably go to pride

Part of my soul has died
The other parts like why ?
Why the ****** hell did I
Survive, I hate being alive

Even the devil wouldn't
make A deal and take it
And all I wanted was some
******* and to look good naked

I'm definitely not gods favorite
Even my parents seem to love
Other kids more than me,
ashamed their kids ******* up

But i wouldn't be if I stopped
Huffin gas and glue
Or unexpectedly had a child cuz
My birth control was Mountain Dew

Who knew that myth wasn't true
Maybe Santa's not real
Then my psychiatrist asks with Condescension
"how does that make you feel?"

I felt caged young like veal
So I conceal all the things
That add to the pile that will
All help when I explode and squeal

Like the pain is too real,
To live through anymore
Hearing countries going to
War and we talk like a score

Is being kept when both wept
When soilders on either side
Fought for their believed and
All that's bequest is bein denied

Being alive to see what survived
If his cause justifies it
So his future he may devise it
But his destiny defies it

Don't cry ****, your eye dry it
Don't be blinded by sadness
At least he gets a piece of peace
Ours is fake like an Easter rabbit

Live in his honor, less a maggot
And more patriotic
Comfort to a fool is a promise
To be honest dont me honest

I rather live thinking I'm ok
And die In surprise
Then be told my fate holds
Deaths cold hand that slides

Over my shoulder knocking
Over the chip
Which I woulda ate but I was
Saving it til I had some dip

I can't seem to get a grip
******* the exception
I give Too much information
On occasion it can't be corrected

Cuz my brain has rejected
The original factory settings
I know what the yellow and white
Stains are but blood on my bedding?

What's going on, something
Is seriously wrong
I been menopausal all my life
Oh well who cares I guess, yawn!

I'm growing tired here's a song
That's when I put country on
To have a cohesive vibe with
The depression comin on strong

Ouch I sat on my ****
Solving the mystery of blood
I didn't know ******* ripped
So easily...HUrry get me tongs for my ****

I seemed to have lost my thong now
too..But lost... never gone
Sing about that sisqo ....
where's the crisco I'm goin deep and long

The Hail Marys of retrieval
The most uncomfortable evil
But my fingers are ******* lucky
.....According to my ego (wink)

That was a good line people
Even if it was about my **** hole
Oh **** ....emergency evacuation
Someone get me a soup bowl

No seriously it's crucial
There's no loop hole out
Now there's this!.....high blood
Pressure, *****, **** itch, and gout

Otherwise I'm in perfect health
This poem has been a blast
So much depth, so much honesty
All wrapped up in.... class

Cause naturally I just have
That kind of suave demeanor
In Corduroy pants and a wool cardigan
While I listen to weezer

Lol I sound like such a wiener
Or...ahem.. winner if you will
Cause I hear what I wanna hear
And chances are... I always will

Cuz I'm idiotic neurotic and
Making constant deposits
Of elegant,to be eloquent,when  
i refer to the skeletons in my closet

Please... step into my office
Cause your ****** fired
Why is the crack I been smoking
Making me feel wired.....??
Travis Green Jan 2022
You were a soulful, sensual, and late-night song
That had my heart beating uncontrollably
I was addicted to your spellbindingly smooth beat
I couldn’t extinguish you from my system
Your astonishingness had me immensely sauced
The way you swaggered down the city block
You were certifiably untameable
Who could compete with street heat like you?

Your drip was the ****
You had my whole world in your arms and hands
I never felt so ensorcelled by a **** dreadhead before
Flexing your pimped out ride, straight chromed-out
With the top down, pumping high sound
I was down for anything that had to do with you
I wanted to be in the passenger seat in your whip
Looking at you on the driver-side
Leaned back with one hand on the wheel
Making me gush over your lusciousness

Just to be in your proximity was the most
Extraordinary experience ever
To listen to you talk your hot slang
Playing phenomenal slow jams
Making me so breathless in your heavenliness
All I could do was sit still
And try to remain chill
But, I was close to exploding

You had my soul
I had no clue you could soothe me the way you do
You didn’t have to lay a hand on my body
When you gazed my way
I felt your lingeringly gentle touch
It was the sheerest affection ever
It was more than perfection
My hormones were dancing ecstatically

I was sizzling like Crisco
Carried away by your hypnotic techniques
Your ghetto hotness
You got me quivering
I’m so obsessed over your intriguingness
My heart was screaming
I was dreaming about your supremeness
Your love was on the surface of my liver
The way you delivered your magic to me

I was sinking in your handsomeness
You were my type, the one who could take me to greater heights
Spontaneous brightness
The super sexalicious expressway to ecstasy
I have never felt deep feelings for another fella like you
You transported me to another world
You spoke to me through your body
You open my eyes more
With the thrilling things you did to me
When you held my hands
And it felt so splendorous to my skin
You were a limitless masterful dream
Just vibing with you is a vibe
To be with a hypnotizing guy like you
Is the best feeling ever
Rippin' off the microphone watch it bleed to feed
The needs of a potent greed poetry breed **** the lead
Reality poltergeist black spice razor blade the white ice
Snort good naw i rather smoke the black woods stood
My ground like Marcus Garvey one love to the godly
Me myself and I invest in the third eye no stys
Only hang with wise guys broke ties with the same lies
Yo my history still a mystery scared of the blacks energy
We beaming Trinity catch the family space age ology
Philosophy splitting and spitting to a T Goldie bars
Who wanna test the Mars along with Venus the meanest
Amongst the crowd hogs bolder ****** silence loud
Ghost slang down with the Wu Tang taste who bang?
******* catch the tense of a Tang southern swang
Like my vogue's with the speaking elbows watch the glow
Still peeping out the window smoke indo laced the Crisco
Back door marble floors mansions visions platinum corridors
Welcome to the black lost art history stores chores
Done daily drugged my brain into acknowledged bravery





Black tax dominate through hateful facts in tact tracks
Of bodies that stack see Americas lacks the spinning axe
Scared of splitting the pies max relax minds ******
What a ****** vision sun precision made a decision
Easily greasy slippin' like wars in the darkness scenery
My ears sharp as a hawk zoomed in on it's prey mayday
**** what the preachers prays I watch for the preyed
Upon slave cage vagabond form Voltron I can go on
Switch words once I sound the gongs eat the poupon
See us merging enemies urging guns is splurging
Lives at stake I break the manifesto quakes vibrate
Thirty-three chakras y'all ain't **** drop em proper
Still a street hopper sittin' on prices like Bob Barker
Slick talker with the diamond cane walker beat stalker
Take a ride on my thought nightmare glare sun water pair
Reflection no rejection careful selection erectin'
Commerce see the lands a hearse cursed by my verse
Words is swords anagram pinned to a pentagram ****
I slam critics with the fiery bird that flows energy snows
Ya final thought caught a tip of a mist froth system caught
In a infinite replay dead man's display slave runaway
Don't be mad at me if we bring out the black revolutionary
I tried listen
I felt my mind tripping
Times different
With your moterfucking mind slipping
I opened up my scars and it
Was hard **** it.
Lines sniffing
Hard manic.
Large panic

Call myself leotard  ******.
Craigslist ads. For hard banging.
Crisco lard and hard banook.
**** inside a card gamble
hard hand it
Wasn't just
The cards planted
Played em like bizarre planned it
Proof I was
Alone. Inside a hard habit.
Drugs and ***. **** who's next.
Rumor to suggest
Im a goof who loses moves
But I refuse to lose at ***
Fuses in my head.
Abused with ***** ups n neglect.
******* who is next...
Your too your death....


Listen man the road is shady
There's no proof
Go with your cards baby
Its in the cards baby
Maybe Play en large maybe.
You can say your large scale one day
As part of a way to repay me
For these bars baby....


Came up hard headed
Drug debted.
**** direction steppin
Sold drugs. But when it.
Was all wasted
On my drug habit.
Psych hospital
Blood  damage
******* it
Trans status. But I'm hard handed
Just like God planned it
Beat the odds and it.
Make it out. Accepted now
****** frenic
Hard handed
With some hard banook.

Coming up is everything
But rap is not the only way
Rez kids ghetto kids.
Learn to raise your grades
Get straight a's
Get careers. Safe ***
No drugs and pain
The tears of rain.
Only window pain
And drip until. It hits and drains.

— The End —