"fellate" poems
Its the perfect costume for a superhero goddess, and it makes her feel invincible; fishnet stockings, blazing red bra, heroine hotpants and the clincher; kitten heels.
Bunny can take on the world, now, appropriately dressed. She's got superpowers, alright, the doom-dogs seem to think so, and they're running scared.
Those rumours, that they trade and use and barter, of baby bunny's beautiful mouth, sloe doe eyes, and inexhaustible tongue. It's been said that she can bring an evil tyrant to his knees as she sinks down to her own, it's been said, she's good and bad, so very bad, so very, very good...
But, listen!
*** bunny's been given a new mission; There's a new and timely terror, and the doom-dogs are, of course, the evil source; find and ******* *** bunny, the formidable phallus of doom.
Only you, ***** tawny Queen of Dawn are up to the task. Don your whiskered mask, wriggle your nose once, twice, yummy bunny, and fly, fly! Find the phallus, save the world.
It's your destiny.
You were born to blow the horn for cosmic ****
Jul 28, 2014
Jul 28, 2014 at 4:27 PM UTC
They kissed you with that mouth
Wrote books about you
Took pictures and hung them up for beer ads
For humans with high testosterone to ogle
While they ******* the top of a beer bottle
Like it will bring their fathers acceptance
Back into their eyes.
Your nine inched heels gave me whip lash
Your ½ inch eyelashes gave me heartburn
Your spit
Indigestion
Because they kissed you with that mouth.
And you still believe,
You asked for it
You still believed you were not worth getting out of the hood for
The hood
what good is the hood and the hood-rats
You ******* ***** in alleyways
All 10 of them lined up
said I might as well have the money upfront
If I'm gonna **** **** I'm getting paid for it
They bashed your head into concrete so hard.
You forgot how your mothers voice sounded like
Almost forgot how your uncles knuckles tasted like,
I don’t know your story
I don’t know your name
I don’t know you
I just know that your friend
And my friends
Last night
Came to the conclusion
That you were a ****
And you were asking for it
You asked for your head to be bashed into concrete
And hey maybe you did
Maybe you wanted something to hit you hard enough to make you forget
The hate inside
The misogyny you swallow
and wash down the drain
maybe you were there in front of 10 guys because you wanted to know what power felt like
what being wanted felt like
because you thought you were worth the money
but they didn't
because maybe that's what you asked for
because maybe your mother taught you to get high and surrender with glazed eyes
rather then take your higheels off and fight
because your laughter sounds more broken than you do
because your eyes hold remnants of your skull
because you remember the taste of your blood too keenly
because my friends, my female friends who are not evil or sexist
my male friends the protector of women
came to an agreement
you asked for it
put yourself in the position to
smell the inside of your brain
because your blood meant power
because finishing them off
meant swallowing or bleeding
and you did some of both because
maybe you chose survival
because maybe you came in kicking naked and maybe thats how you wanna go out with
another mans hands down your throat
some to aid air some
to constrict
weather you bleed or swallow you are only
emptying out
and I tried to explain that to your friend and my friends but
there is so much anger about what happend to you
and none of it is directed at the ten faceless penises.
Because you were once a chandelier of candles
And now you are a faceless light bulb hung on the moldy hotel building
Because your **** gives you free crack and
My friends have disgust on their faces
And I feel
Pity
Jan 28, 2014
Jan 28, 2014 at 7:12 PM UTC
The Universe is compelled to Upgrade!
Stars, Nebula, even Black Holes must be Improved!
**Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
Sis Boom Bah! Rah! Rah! Rah! Sis Boom Bah!**
It is risen! It is risen! It is Risen!
Most marvelous, miraculous divine device!
Forget turning water into wine... Lame!
Forget Muhammed moving that mountain... Lame!
Let Lazarus flop back into the tomb... Lame!
This is Miracle as it was meant to be!
Oh grand glorious God of International Capitalism!
The triumphant product of American Genius manifest
in the work of many skilled primates' foreign hands.
Truly an event of Startling Global Significance!
And you have stood like a lemming on methamphetamine
many long hours in the rain to be possessed by its majesty
and now it is yours, yours, yours, yours alone
for only $649 dollars plus a few hundred monthly.
Let all the bells be rung! Let high Hosannas be sung!
A phone so smart it was beta tested on the lobotomized
and made them look like slightly scarred Steven Hawings!
The apps that are available will explode your existence!
They can provide *********** wipe your *** ******* you.
Yes! Imagine Siri willingly kneeling between your legs!
Oh, but what to do about that first important call or text?
It must be equal in loftiness to this Digital Masterpiece!
Perhaps command it to call Obama and implore him to gain weight,
or Alexander Putin to tell him a Polar Bear needs wrestling,
or perhaps God to tell him he is no longer necessary.
No, all of these are far too paltry for that first message.
Instead, tell Siri to search for the nearest Lunatic Asylum
and book as many cells as possible for self-obsessed consumers.
That way they can text and call in medically supervised bliss,
undisturbed until Apple provides them with the next Transfiguration.
It will probably only be six months from now... Suckers.
Oct 1, 2015
Oct 1, 2015 at 8:18 AM UTC
It’s time for chemicals
******* the fiberglass
Roll with the punches
**** Roll, **** Roll
Jul 17, 2012
Jul 17, 2012 at 10:32 PM UTC
That sin excite me,sexual ego *** up.
When I ******* I heaven'd on the earth.
Just like how player needed golden cup,
so do my body needed **** girth.
Each morning I desire lolita's act.
Midday, I do search out for foreplay girl.
At dusk, with **** worker, I react.
At night time only ***** bed my pearl.
But deadly hell fire belong I evermore.
Reward of sinners are but to pass on.
What profit shall I inbox when one more
earth I regain but lost eternal Bon.
In God's own kingdom, I shall put my head.
Let God's excite prevail my ***** bed.
Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 9:14 AM UTC
Shall I be your kin?
Void of choice ‘for
Thou are chosen
Love does not befit me
For I am only fifteen
And you, man of god,
Is six-hundred-and-sixty-si..
Nay Fifty
Christened and praised
Your lessons be paced
Whips when enraged
Your holy spirit I *******
Father, Does the feather features of my upper lip
Besiege you?
Does the pale hair
On my male chest
Deceive you?
I do not see you as
An equal
I see you as evil
My pubescent sense
Does not allow me to
Laugh out loudly at the irony
This is not my mouth, see
I cannot speak
I am not me
I am sodomized
Wistful I wish you
Would become ******
Wish my lips grew fanged
If my jaws could dismember
I’d pull you bare with bound wrist through
The bank
Pitiful
my knife will kiss you,
I thank you for every crystal
From your bleeding hands
This will do
This I will remember
Lord, why have you left him?
I thought a life in the lords light
Was to the betterment of man
And mankind
Not the remembrance of
The sins of bitter men
Guide them
O, Lord
When Chastity turns nasty
Do thou turn the other cheek?
Or chastise and despise the animosity?
Dozily
Lord, why do you test me?
Lord, have you left me?
He has come in again but
The doors open suddenly
As I look back in awe
A light shines in
A shock settles
A shadow in the door
Pleasant perfumes meddle
With the wretched room
A sense of hope
A sense of security embezzled
More abuse of my vessel
A second coming
Confronting
A poor response from the Lord
I turn my other cheeks
Raise my chin
I detest a morning sun
Come
Apr 29, 2016
Apr 29, 2016 at 6:40 AM UTC
There is no such thing as love
With faces blurred and you're love in white as a dove
Millions of years of unknown wandering
Trying to spread your seed like wildfire
Evolution favors those with dominating characteristics
And you think I'm the one?
Sure, I may be interested in you now
My heart flutters and I feel a rush
My lips quiver with euphoria
As we express our love for each other the only way we know how
But when it all dies out
And I grow tired of all your benign cute mannerisms
The way you project optimism
The way you dance like nobody is looking
The way you actually like to *******
The way you laugh at my jokes
The way you deny your cynicism to live
To live like a meteor can crash down any given day
The way I feel like I can spend my life with you
Taking pills and sticking it inside of you
until one of us falls over
The way you can either outlive me with laughter
or dying laughing
God **** I'm starting to hate your laugh
Eventually my ego wants a mini-me to pillage the land
I grow comfortable and know nothing else
You too will grow tired of my being
The way I am sad all the time
The way I push everyone away
The way at moments I am a total goof
The way when I want to be alone around your friends, I act aloof
The way culture feels like a silly thing
The way it feels like a constricting ring
Where people visit a website to try to break free
I wouldn't blame you for leaving me
Or wanting to write cringe-worthy poetry
So keep that white veil by your side
And hide behind it with your reasons to want a man
But as charming as the devious one
Or as creepy as the well intentioned-sir
We all have a way with words
We will lure you in with false hopes
Recently novel intentions even we don't know
But not me; I am actually interested in you
as I am with any woman whom I like
I'm just not the one
Just take it off and let's ****
Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 3:26 PM UTC
Finding a million
Bucks in your pants each day for
The rest of your life
Being wrapped in warm
Blankets that sing lovingly
As they ******* you
Riding a white bear
Through outer space watching Cuse
Win the title, live.
Oct 23, 2013
Oct 23, 2013 at 7:15 AM UTC
Slumping on upwards with
her kiss in my hair,
A circle of knees are her
musical chairs and
pearls fat as the moon
glint in the gloom
as we fall forehead-first
up a full flight of stairs.
*(Pink balloons at the mouth of a party, inflating,
For a kiss on the cheek you can watch me ******* him…)*
I tell you I love you,
All sullen and dainty,
and that even the death-wish I’ve flirted with
lately
paints trails on my faces and
colours me saintly,
But you want me most (and don’t
try to deny it)
when my bones and groans and eyes all
imply it…
when pushed against an emergency
door
and our shoes like petals are stuck to
the floor
and I realise as I unpick your flies
just what my ******* hands are for.
“There’s a boy over there – don’t
look so embarrassed!
he’s up by the bar and he’s utterly ******
and do you think
that he’s ever been kissed…
(said with a wink)
quite like this?”
“So how much did you miss it?
The dancing and dirt?”
You press crooked grins to the stripes
on my shirt,
folded over my shoulder
like a toy that needs
winding.
I balance out all of your gnawing
with grinding,
stamping my lust to the floor
like a soldier.
Sep 2, 2013
Sep 2, 2013 at 9:59 AM UTC
all it took was one loose stitch.
things we can preen,
neurosis as collateral damage,
pretty boy with grey eyes.
******* candle fuses
have cutthroat moxy
mildewed reaction times
strangers in sovereign daylight
flesh cheeks
i cannot corrode my pulse
your white skin
stained lips,
yes.
Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 10:55 PM UTC
All the best are carnivores, and when we're fed tofu and told to worship its empty calories as a blessing, it's not our responsibility when we lash out against the faux chikns who lied to us, starved us, and told us to love it or starve. We fight and claw for real Love, and if they withhold it, they've only themselves to blame for the burning, we are blameless and they are guilty, for they deny the heart, and we are the flame.
Those who fear real love hold back progress by denying it. God does not love stagnation but soul elevation, and if the only way they will open their hearts to deeper love is pain, his heavy hand will grant it, because we weren't born dogs but Human. We aren't here to be lazy, slovenly souls who only choose what's convenient in complacence, but to grow and gain a soul. God loves pioneers, the brave. He loathes cowards of the soul, who don't even try to feel others, who have no empathy, who only respect their own imaginations, but care not for any Truth, but only what feeds them more puppies and playthings with which to ******* over in boundless narcissistic eroticism - the common affliction of the neurotic modern pig in human skin.
So fret not over being a Terror of passion, for God Himself is so, and if it is lust turned toward a noble end, 'tis an image of divinity.
Sep 20, 2019
Sep 20, 2019 at 3:38 PM UTC
He discarded skin ages ago,
The figure in your midst.
His steps bereft of shadow,
And he lies for lying's sake,
Splitting conversation's wrists
With a keening grin.
The spineless snake,
******* by subtle charm,
Offers two expressions for every moment,
Intertwined.
No longer recalling
The face he was given.
Intangibility
Is his only refuge
In a world of pantomime.
Apr 13, 2016
Apr 13, 2016 at 1:38 PM UTC
the frustrations of biff are a technicolor epic
his bottomless thirst to be coronated king
of film, music, literature, performance
thought
when will the world recognize genius?
reward genius?
worship genius?
******* genius?
he’s the id for all us artsy types
May 2, 2019
May 2, 2019 at 5:10 AM UTC