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JJ Hutton Aug 2017
You can rate me,
You can bait me,
You can freight me,
You can strait me,
Simulate me,
Even better
Drop a roofie,
Game a debtor.
You're so groovy, misbehaving,
Misbehaving,
Give it to me,
Trouble waiting,
Fascinating,
Always mating,
You can wake me,
You can slave me,
You can grade me,
You can shave me,
Integrate me,
I pulsating
A new navy,
All the skimmings,
Underpinning
Jehovah's witness,
Keep on stalking,
Better fitness,
Keep on shocking,
Shell is thinning,
Gettin' gotten,
Rot 'n' reeling.

Don't touch my bikini.
Better smile when you see me,
You can stare
That's a freebie.
Don't touch my bikini.
Looking is free,
But touching's gonna cost you
Something.

Smooth and lanky,
Hanky panky,
Got no treat or
New York Yankee,
Super leader,
Count to seven,
Go to Paris,
Break the leaven,
Roger Maris,
Bleed the Czar,
Shooting star,
You're so levy,
You're so sunny,
Getting ready,
Here's the money,
Socking heady,
Making honey,
Toasting herons,
That's not funny,
Waiter Betty,
Way too ****,
You're so on it,
You're so honest,
You can fool me,
You remold me,
All the preachers never told me,
Heavy breathing
Punting reason,
Welcome season.

Don't touch my graffiti.
Smile if you dare,
Oily oinkers everywhere.
Keep watching, you graffiti.
Next time you'll learn
That touching's gonna cost you
Something.
jeffrey robin Jul 2010
when i was a kid, me an this black boy
(an remember, slavery was still legal then)

we had just escaped some orphanage where they was plannin to lobotomize us for bein so dang ordinary

an the spirit of alan ginzberg come backwards! thru time an guv us a magic sunflower and he said "i hope this does sutra you"

so we said
"a couse it do" not knowin what he meant but then it burst into a poem and we wernt THAT stupid and we figured out what he meant

and so we became one humanity but then the oinkers they too united and so here is amerikka jes like always except it is you too who are here so what do you got to say an what ya gonna do about it now?
Alex R Pena Mar 2016
She's been walking with a limp since before
Selma.. Jim Crow's ****** spit hangs
off of scorched buses.
The glutton oinkers hide behind badges.
Her beige babushka stained with fresh tar and tears.
  She notices a nearby soul case
Posed unto the asphalt as a stiff staple of humanity
Or lack thereof.
16th street stands veiled under a dark,
Heavy mantle.
A blackened institution consumed in conflagration at the hands of
A pointy white hood.
But Addie Mae Collins will live forever
With McNair, Robertson, and Wesley.
So take a look at my body conveniently
Cut up for you.
Reach inside and fish around for character or
Soul.
Kiss my organs and be honestly amused.
When enough is enough, and the coat comes back...

~ will you hate me then of the contra between us two? ~
Nomen Jul 2020
All police are facilitators of ****
It's a truth no logical mind can escape!
If in form of abusive officers
Or what happens behind bars...
All these copper oinkers
Regardless of any "good" they may try to do
From this fact there is no escape:
Being a cop ensures people get *****..!

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