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Deity Oct 2012
I'm the villain, but how was I supposed to know he had a wife and two children. Twenty-three years of marriage and she contemplates her happily ever after coming to an end……after a miscarriage, another child's death, 23 anniversaries, and 23 year old twins. My sugar daddy lead a double life, but how, how, how……was I supposed to know that he had a wife? It should've registered to me how he always wanted to skip out of town, but how could he lie to his goddess and not see her standing before him in her wedding gown. She hates me……She hates me and I don't blame her, if she decides to **** me and him both, I hope they don't tame her. When this woman walked in with her husband's **** inside of me I felt a rush of excitement, rode him harder and looked her in the eyes as I did it……painful mistakes you make when you're *** addicted. They'll think about how Dad's fake girlfriend is younger than them, but they won't understand, she'll wonder why he stepped out on her with a stripper young enough to be their resting daughter………as she thinks of a backup plan. I know this is wrong, but I might be in love, and this is strong. There's black and there's white, and grey will never be right. But this grey is my sin escalating to a whole new level, I can't leave this man alone………for I am his cruel devil.
RaySlev Sep 2012
Do you remember that night out by my car.
Daddys Caddy,
bright in the moonlight.
A home for our words, carefully choosen,
sometimes not.
A mutual ground.
A safehaven for thoughts too bold for sunlight.
The darkness helped us, I think.
Protected us from seeing too much,
when too much was being said.
Maybe I was a little drunk.
Thats all it took, some liquid courage,
for you to know that I was sorry.
You touched me then.
Not a "I just want to *******" touch.
You felt me, deep inside.
You knew the claws of a beast were tearing me down.
Not one that could be tamed,
and could only be suppressed for so long.
He was there and you saw him,
clear in my eyes.
Usually gaurded, fighting him back.
But there he was,
pompous as any.
Jabbing me in the ribs,
"I told you I would get out"
There he was teeth beared and all,
ready to rip me down
right in front of you.
Right in front of my Daddys Caddy.
Claws, teeth and lies.
August Dec 2012
I feel like Cruella DeVille,
Smoking a capri
In brand new clothes
Because Christmas
Just happened
Why did, when I opened
All of the gifts from
Family & friends,
Did I long for a person
To step out of a box
And wrap their arms
Around me?
To take them back
To my apartment
So we could sit on
The mattress on the floor
Smoking my little
DeVille cigarettes
And drinking a,
Previously unopened,
Bottle of bourbon
In my now,
Newly gifted
Star Wars mugs
Wow, this isn't easy.

© Amara Pendergraft 2012
Alex Podolski Nov 2012
For a moment I was Cruella DeVille.
****
         Sultry
                    Sophisticated.
This time is wasn't your scent that lingered
In my hair,
                  on my clothes,
                                          on my breath.
I left it there.
I want you to notice,
                                   to comment,
                                                        ­ to realize
that you have no power over me.
Not now.
You can, but you won't.
Not now.
Perhaps later when your bitterness doesn't envelop me,
Like now.
At least this cigar isn't bitter.
In fact, it's sweet.
Care to elaborate?
There are so many.
Colin Kaepernick, e.g.,
Trying so hard to work the
African-American community--
A useful constituency--to wit:
Barack Obama, no stranger to *******.
Then there's Donald Trump:
Like Andy Dufresne who "crawled
Through a river of ****," he expects to
Come out "Clean on the other side."
And lest we forget: Hilary.
Mrs. Clinton uses ******* like magic.
She's Cruella Deville disguised as
Glinda the Good Witch in Oz.
Just ask Bill.
John Julien Jan 2014
Old Wheels

You were only 12 years old.
1989 Cadillac DeVille
The color of the sun’s first glance
Inside and out.

The time we shared together
Going everywhere; going anywhere
The power under your wheels
Roaring like a magniloquent king.

Where have you gone
Since our departure?

What have you seen
With your ambitious eyes?

Who now handles your wheel
And enjoys your comforting throne?

Without you, I have settled.
Without your humble hospitality
Without your stubborn pedals
Without your vast storage
Of experience.

Perhaps one day, we shall meet
Again.
Perhaps to tame the wild beast
Once again.
preservationman Sep 2017
Gold Tooth
Young in youth
Lies having no truth
Driving the Chevrolet Deville
Player in a reality role to fill
Honey’s by the Gangster side
They are enjoying the cruising ride
Especially when the car maneuvers sideways, up and down
This is where the honey’s become ***** all around
A night of love caught in the moment bound
Being a Gangster one had to be tough
Survival in a big way where one had to be rough
At times, Gangster rivals want to invade where they don’t belong
The battle was on no matter how long
There would often be fights with shots
There might even be a sinister plot
There was no whether or not
The key one must survive
Proving being the Gangster who would be standing
Gangster Lean Man
It meant “HANDLE YOUR BUSINESS”
The theory in being mean
Solid having a lean
Gangster being the true man of the streets
Competition upon competition
Actual hood evens repetition
But with one edition
The Gangster being the player I am and was meant to be will be something the whole world will see.
Santiago Jun 2015
I'm cut throat to the bone homies this ah vendetta
Got ah blue soldier rag around the black Berreta
Stacking cheddar twenty G's or better
With my teflon body armor under the kahar sweater
I **** everyday hustle and ****
I'm straight nodding out slamming dope on the real
I'm in the street with that chopper toy
With ****** on my mind when I think on my boys
In the cemetery buried can't believe they gone
The secrets of events today live in
I hypnotize muthufuckers by the end of the song
They out there doing dirt toking blunts of Chron
Im ah beast ah deadly sin
In search of lost time men wants with my pen
While I'm here I snort coke drink beer
Smoke as many muthufuckers how we do around here

So behold this are the streets on my city
Ese young gunslingers I'll be shooting you quickly
And I'm ****** again in the zone where they bled
It's ah world full of pain that could drive you insane
Ain't no jobs out here unless your working for crumbs
But the drug lords high fugitives on the run
They fall apart who you think they send
On the ten O'clock news they got us killing again

So don't come close cause you might get shot
All you friendly muthufuckers trying to swoop by the
block
This the end of the line cause I'm knowing your kind
You deceptive little strangers undercover C.I's
West Siding all over the map
I'm posted with the strap overseeing the trap
I stay stuffing the ******* spliff with Kush
Enemies get clapped in the gang ambush
This my new **** it's gon' fade the planet
The bullets that I spark got the pigs harassing
The Feds crashing they got the block all hot
And it don't get no realer outlined in chalk
Ese rubber band stacks pay the studio time
And when I'm in the booth I'm like Ginkolin high
This ah novel so put your foot on the throttle
Cause I'm about to close and you won't get no clavo

So behold this are the streets on my city
Ese young gunslingers I'll be shooting you quickly
And I'm ****** again in the zone where they bled
It's ah world full of pain that could drive you insane
Ain't no jobs out here unless your working for crumbs
But the drug lords high fugitives on the run
They fall apart who you think they send
On the ten O'clock news they got us killing again

She got married in white but she ain't no ******
She opened up her legs I go in like ah surgeon
Started working the ******* newly wed
And after I was done she gave Venom some head
At the dope house got some killers inside
With years of solitude for doing juvenile life
They puffing rifa got the K's and the sweepers
Brand new Tech nine Gates of Hell out the speaker
But at any given time they'll lay you down
I'm Tyler **** you see the hammer's come out
Blood spill and your partner get killed
His brains ******* splattered in the Coop Deville
I'm prison in your ear sick flow for real
I'm something like ah phoenix when I rise from here
There was none and the guerras begun
The clock struck twelve hear the thunder from guns

So behold this are the streets on my city
Ese young gunslingers I'll be shooting you quickly
And I'm ****** again in the zone where they bled
It's ah world full of pain that could drive you insane
Ain't no jobs out here unless your working for crumbs
But the drug lords high fugitives on the run
They fall apart who you think they send
On the ten O'clock news they got us killing again
Conejo - For There Eyes

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