"gonads" poems
a future promise
a hard on like bundled gym socks
in stuffed blue jeans
a future threat
a shriveled phallus wrinkled obsolete
she remembered fondly
being beaten drum chatter
and seized like slow roasted
fall off the bone pulled pork
****** raggedy Ann
catapulted beyond Euboean heavens
ravaging scrotums Gordian ******
with her wild fiendish mouth
drinking a river of
haloed golden showers
spit and ****
in a runaway hot house of glistening pink
buttery spires
engorging her macerated orifices
half eaten radish
chocking on hordes
of big do do *****
a ****** face; cross eyed
Babylon abalone
bashed Ashly mashed
begging for
a face full of swinging *****
like caped chandeliers
trotting faint giggles
in a constellation
of ruptured arteries
and thick sparked ****
on her knees
milk glitter faced
scared with happiness
she counted one smiling bruise at a time
her badge of calamities
black and blue silhouettes
grinning invitations like party favors
without a crease of shame
her skin rapturous
spackled patchworks
bled like torrential fountains summer tide
while every body had fizzy red ice phlebotomies
and steamed through her drooling tumble pie
lust ***** totem
house of winding labyrinths
honey pumped transfusion
flush on blush
opera of tangled limbs
red pulse wedding flowers
slick ***** palace
blood tongued orchard
caressing knotted mooned
**** spill
Jan 14, 2019
Jan 14, 2019 at 2:22 PM UTC
Sometimes I wish I didn't feel
I wish my heart was made of stone
That I was immune to all this ****
Of being on my own
My world is full of cockwombles
Fuckwits & ***** trumpets
**** burglars & **** puddles
**** stains & **** nuggets!
And those are just the few
That I've had the joy of meeting
I'd like to dare the rest to meet
Somewhere - however fleeting
Stand up and be counted
You liars, cheats and cads
You wazzocks & jebends
I'll grab you by the ******
Because I've simply had enough
Of being treated like a tool
Of believing all the **** you spout
Like some poor pathetic fool
I cannot shake the feeling
That the stupidity I feel
Is down to the betrayal
Of all the lies that you conceal
So I'm giving up compassion
To empathy goodbye
And to trusting blindly what I'm told
Farewell & fuckety bye!
(C) Pixievic 2016
Mar 1, 2016
Mar 1, 2016 at 12:42 PM UTC
*** whipped
Where the hell has he man gone;
n why can’t I **** in bed.??
All true men are incarcerated,
trapped on a clitoral plane,
where knee **** reactions
drives a man insane,
We all wear pink pyjamas
frilly knickers and a bra,
wear our hair in pig tails
shave our ****** ,,YAY HURRAA. !!
They feed us up on retinol
give us optrex for our eyes
provide the silken stockings ,,
denier thirty,,, OOH nice thighs.
So where the hell has he man gone-
I would like to **** in bed,
but guess I’ll just mow the lawn;
do the feckin dishes - instead.
Alan nettleton.
Jun 11, 2010
Jun 11, 2010 at 6:35 AM UTC
I love my lola
no one can touch what I love
I get both of best worlds
give it and take it
I am who I am
deal with it
wieners and ****** are best accompanied by ******
lola lola oh how I love my lola
Nov 9, 2013
Nov 9, 2013 at 10:04 PM UTC
He creates alternative facts
for no good reason
just to be an ***
what the hell for
don't ask me
he thinks someone is listening
to everything he has to say
all the lies he tells
taking pictures of himself
through the microwave
lying through his teeth
about his taxes
throwing mirrors at stones
shattering the truth
roaming his labyrinth
fiddling with his ******
while Rome burns
with little hands all a twitter
making up political speeches
while sitting on the *******
and spitting on the floor
writing surrealist poetry
on the walls and calling
them executive orders.
Mar 16, 2017
Mar 16, 2017 at 9:45 PM UTC
coherent breathing,
eyes closing,
hands feeling,
hearts twirling,
tounges touching,
hormones blazing,
skin sweating,
****** obeying,
teacher interrupting.
Sep 8, 2014
Sep 8, 2014 at 2:26 PM UTC
Park people are winos and homos and cheaters and thieves.
Park people are ugly, when they walk, they wheeze.
You'll find them 'neath bushes under blankets of leaves.
Park people do as they please.
Park people can stand around naked,
Throw up in public,
And not bat an eye.
Park people pick their noses, scratch their ****** *** in alleys,
And laugh so hard they cry.
Park people remember their mothers and their lovers,
Who they left for a bottle of rye.
Strange way for someone to die.
Park people don't care 'bout nuthin,
Cept MD 20-20,
And how to get plenty,
Pre......fur.....uh......bly,
For free.
Yes, the park people smile at you,
And the strange things you do,
To get away from them.
"Spare change, brother?"
Apr 17, 2014
Apr 17, 2014 at 11:21 AM UTC
What does it mean
To be a man
Or a woman
?
Does a man
Become less male
And more female
If an accident reminiscent
Of one Lemony Snicket
Led to the removal of
One ugly piece of flesh
?
Does a woman
Become more of a woman
When the internal organs
Begin reproduction
According to the textbooks
?
Which part of
You is wrong
When there is a discrepancy
Between brain and ******
?
Or is there greater beauty
In uncertainty and ambiguity
As liberal and conservative admit
In humility, that
In truth
“I don’t know”
?
Jul 4, 2017
Jul 4, 2017 at 6:29 AM UTC
The Joker King is joker-ing the world.
My favorite food is (pull my finger) paste.
Gertrude's a guy that got his ****** girled.
I'm guided by my (kiss my ****** taste.
Science is racist. So are roads and math.
"Gender's a social construct," said the it.
Showers are racist. Take, instead, a bath.
Or don't. (It isn't racist to smell like ****
Cheeba's the cure-all drug, the every cure
That cures the cancer caused by ******* smoke.
Since sugar's such a super food, be sure
To eat your cake while drinking cans of coke.
Ableist ******** can't _(won't)_ get their way!
Antiableists vote for Special K!
Aug 19, 2024
Aug 19, 2024 at 1:19 PM UTC
MY NADS MY NADS MY GLORIOUS ****** FOR SOME TO VIEW , AND OTHERS TO TOUCH, YOU SEE & TOUCH , FOR NOT THAT MUCH xD!
Mar 21, 2013
Mar 21, 2013 at 6:23 AM UTC
flaming torches in scattered line held high
crowd shouted back behind a safety line
celebrants, ministers officiate in stripes
dressed darkly to intimidate memories of war
red suited stranger rides along devil's tails
splitting ****** for laffs and noise spitting
arc light ahead of spent charred bullet case
screams evoked. stifles laughter as the smoke
evokes the War in mud so here : sticks are rifles.
over amplified comes over as cod eulogy flashes
the ears while sincerity plays out the church gate
we stand flickering eyed
"Feed the World ..."
murders silence
saviours hurry
"Turn it off, Harry"
Peace after a slowed to halt drum
Torches squared parafin trickle
air with smokey wax and uncertain
light that makes black to meet
the dark
poppies burn by the church gate
plans broken into an atrocious
conflict of split fuses sputtering
orange stars into painted skulls
burning splints takes cordite's place
making the air like thick magasines
filled with dum-dum bullets. homages
to horror waiting for the drum .
march.
the parade moves starkly on
cowboys
then
pearls
and
Devils tail.
Oct 23, 2016
Oct 23, 2016 at 3:30 AM UTC
There once was a girl who played the fife,
Looking at her filled my ****** with strife.
She played me a tune,
And I swelled like a balloon,
Now that girl is my wife.
Jan 6, 2020
Jan 6, 2020 at 8:30 PM UTC
Sadness is a badness
A disease of desperate unease
An ugly difficult anomaly
That brings me to my knees
It enters the room
On its own terms
Without a warning
As welcome as germs
Like a kick in the ******
It hurts like hell
Bringing on the confusion
Of words misspelled
I can't ****** help it
What do I do
It grips on so tight
Like a terrier with a chew
A minute, an hour,
A day, sometimes a week
There's no rhyme or reason
For how long I feel bleak
And bleak is how I feel
During the spell
Bleak, numb, disabled
Desperately unwell.
Single, solo
Alone, on my own
Deeper and deeper
Heavy as a stone
I don't want it to happen
Not ever, at all
Like rabies, like syphilis
Like headbutting a wall.
It changes my mind
And the way that I act.
It makes me go silent
I feel like a ****
I cancel appointments
Welch out of dates
Then worry for ages
That I've upset my mates
My pain, my heart ache
Nobody knows
They may have similar
But they don't have my foes
So next time you see me
And I'm not quite myself
Please give me some space
And wish me good health
Please give me some time
To get back to being
To get back to feeling
And hearing and seeing
For when I am happy
My world is amazing
And when I am sad
My world is hell raising
Sadness is a badness
A disease of desperate unease
An ugly difficult anomaly
That brings me to my knees
Oct 24, 2019
Oct 24, 2019 at 1:28 PM UTC
It's an opening
breathless
I try to inhale
This is not enough
Lungs can't fill
I need my inhaler
to **** this in
a *********
Margarita
Golden Toasted Molecules
'n two puffs
Or double that
What it takes
In gritted teeth
To tell you
Where I should be
Lying lying lying
Oh this ******* thing
breathing
I can breathe well now
I can live well now
It's just breathing
To do
The rest is some ********
Rhyming in your head
Until you can't
******* breathe
I cannot believe
What ******* idiots we are
****** are us
Flushing in time
Copyright@2019 Dennis Willis
Apr 2, 2019
Apr 2, 2019 at 10:03 PM UTC