"perogative" poems
I HATE WHEN KOOMARRIS CUDDLE UP TO ME, CUDDLE UP TO ME CUDDLE UP TO ME
I ESPECIALLY HATE KOOMARRI MEN CUDDLING UP TO ME
SO I TOLD HIM I WAS STRAIGHT, AND HE TOOK OFFENSE
PLEASE KOOMARRI MEN, **** OFF IIF YA WANT ME TO CUDDLE
WANT ME TO CUDDLE WANT ME TO CUDDLE
PLEASE **** OFF KOOMARRI MEN IF YA WANT ME TO CUDDLE
I AM NOT GAY, AND IF YOU TAKE OFFENSE, WELL GOOD,
YOU’LL LEARN YA LESSON
I AM A STRAIGHT MAN WHO LOVES TO HAVE WILD PARTIES
I AM NO GAY, I AM NO SQUARE
I LOVE WILD PARTIES OUT, CAUSE, HOME PARTIES CREATE ****
AND I AM NOT GAY, SO **** OFF KOOMARRI MAN
I HATE KOOMARRI MEN CUDDLING ME, CUDDLING ME CUDDLING ME
I HATE KOOMARRI MEN CUDDLING ME, IT MAKES ME FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE
AND IT MAKES YOU LOOK SO GAY, LIKE A ****
YOU ARE A **** YOU ARE A ****
I SAY THIS WORD TO PROVE A POINT
DON’T EVER CUDDLE BRIAN ALLAN, IF YOUR A MAN, CAUSE I AM, NOT GAY
IF YA TAKE OFFENSE, GOOD, YOU’LL NEVER BE CUT OUT TO EVER BE LIKE ME
A COOL MAN, WHO HATES, ****** ACTIVITY, WITH SAME *** IT’S MY PEROGATIVE, DUDE
I HATE ANYTHING GAY, SO **** OFF
Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 5:50 PM UTC
You want to be pretty but not too pretty
But does it really change anything?
They **** you if you if you have on too little clothes
They **** you if you have on too much
There are so many excuses
She was asking for it
I was doing her a favor
I’m the victim here
Is there any way to be safe?
Is there any way to know that this isn’t the day that your entire life could change?
They whistle, they shout, they holler at you like you are an animal
But you can’t fight back
Three against one
So you keep walking
Praying they don’t follow you, grab you
Or even stab you because you didn’t return their crude remarks with a thank you
Society says that
We should accept ****** harassment as a compliment
But I don’t need your opinion on my body
I don’t want you looking at me like I am a piece of meat
I am not a ****** object made to please you
I want to live in a world where I don’t have to be afraid of men
Worried that smiling at them is interpreted as an invitation
Or by not means I need to be taught a lesson
I want my son to look at women as what they really are
Beautiful, brilliant creatures
And not by what society tells him they are
Objects, available for your pleasing
I want to be able to watch my daughter walk out of the house and
Not worry that she might never come back because a
MAN decided that she was there for the taking
But we don’t educate
We don’t teach in our schools how common ****** harassment is
Or the effect that **** has on a woman because a man’s perogative is to get what he wants
Or how every woman is terrified that her body, her self will be taken from her
Why?
Because we’re uncomfortable
We don’t speak out because we don’t want to disrupt
I’m tired
I’m tired of these excuses
Jan 8, 2016
Jan 8, 2016 at 4:59 PM UTC
They say drugs are for mugs, but are they
Really...?
Clearly...
There's a certain harmonic in narcotics.
When you **** on that spliff, or snort up that line
You have the potential to grow different each time.
But each time this happens there's a point that you'll find
Your thoughts are synchronic that group you deride.
The trick's to distinguish...
The platonic or neurotic
The stable or psycotic
The chilled out and moronic.
However there's a rule:
Every time you grow, your reaction subsides,
so you have to increase the dose to match with the high.
So this is your choice now...
You can sit in a bubble away from the world,
content, but excluded as your life unfurls.
Stuck in a daze, watching that time,
tick slowly each day as you continue your mime.
Or you could break it, pop your head out the haze,
and with your thoughts unhindered do things that amaze
So this was my ramble, and here's how it ends;
There's no real benefit, you can't just pretend.
You'll find with no guard, no shield, no screen,
You truly can be whoever you please
Jul 16, 2012
Jul 16, 2012 at 4:40 PM UTC
Autonomous you don't wanna miss
Synonymous with anonymous
Alcoholics drinking like the glass is bottomless
Lost confidence and gained higher consciousness
Now doing opposite to avoid consequence
Pertinent providence prominence
Profits from the pompousness of old profits of our fifth
They were out prophets then
Now it's promises
Back to provenance of our populous
No predominance
More contentedness with our documents with what's cognizance
And the monument of spiritual opulence
Wheather hypothesis
Or is what it is
To remain in the violence
Or turn optimist
All your perogative
Wish you well
Wish you rocket to the fourth dimension ****
But most of all wish you to close your eyes to hear what it says
Cause that you don't wanna miss
It could be your bliss
Reminisce but remember they're remnants
Fragments
Resentment you keep in your sentence
Is your penance
What you recieve is your resemblance
No regrets for pass but remembrance
Your true presence is endless
Practicing temperance
Life is tremendous
Jun 3, 2016
Jun 3, 2016 at 1:30 PM UTC
It may take too long a time to write,
For the anxious future's now the past,
But the words are flowing out at last.
Composing verse on love and hate,
Death and youth,
And all of nature,
First and all loves,
All relations,
The beauty in all of creation.
I'm pleased to share
My P.O.V.,
On myriad subjects
That interest me;
A perogative poets share
At all stages.
We take liberties,
Endure indignities,
Being the voices
Of all ages.
Sep 14, 2015
Sep 14, 2015 at 10:19 PM UTC
So generous, thou, in reticence,
To caste my cares adrift,
Wondrous diffidence displayed
In judging, now, this slight wind shift.
That tender touched acidity
In holding back thy scything hand,
But a lancing of my sentiments
Despite concessions planned.
Bloodstain on the balcony
Grey torment in the mind
To miss the symptoms here, my friend,
Those blue eye's would be blind,
To wade in waters visceral
Whilst smiling to the face
Suggests a mind incapable
Of compassion's gentle pace.
Let waters flow beneath the bridge
Let time caress the soul,
Let detail's mass minutiae
Bury ruffled thoughts of old
But recall the blatant treachery,
Keep keen that secret blade
To exercise your perogative to
Put right the ****** wrongs made.
Marshalg
@theBach
Mangere Bridge
22 May 2010
May 22, 2010
May 22, 2010 at 9:36 PM UTC
The poor are suffering mate
In the city of Canberra
You see they sit there with hats
Waiting for someone to give 'em cash
You see it is cold in winter
And every day they will suffer
Yeah while the rich are drinking
Wine and talking
I know it is there perogative
To go out to people's houses
While the homeless are suffering every day then
The rich will take their skis
Down the snow
Which is fun but the poor are colder than them
You see they have hot soup
Cause it is a necessity
But the homeless only get it
Once a week
And fat people eat up their sugar
While the homeless are
Having problems every day
They want to have heaps of food
But they have to find a open shelter
I think people are fools ya see
Because they don't give a ****
For the poor
They sit in their rich houses
Saying **** the poor 3 times very fast just to show us
They don't give a ****
You see on Anzac Day
As all the diggers march
Saying the war was a bad place to be
But each homeless person
Suffers every day and night
And as they march they feel like yelling out hey diggers aren't suffering mate like we are suffering now
You don't care for our welfare at all
You see as we walk in the streets of this cold city
We see suffering in the hands of the poor
Nobody really cares unless
They are wanting these people to leave them alone
I always give money to the homeless because wheni I
Go to my nice warm house
There are loads of people without
The right wing government doesn't really care and
The rich who have everything
Really don't care despite taking
5 cents out of 1 million each week
You see the homeless are suffering mate
And we need to help them
Even if they buy ***** with it
Who flaming well cares
Just as long as they get what
They want
You see the people who
Complain drink as well
So why do they complain about
The homeless doing it
No let's help each homeless person 1 at a time
Because they deserve more than people with houses
Aug 9, 2017
Aug 9, 2017 at 6:44 AM UTC
A hypocrite is a hypocrite
and a sinner is a sinner
I believe a sinner does what he wishes
seven days a week
And a hypocrite does what he wants
six days a week
and goes to church to repent on Sunday
And then we have those who call themselves
Christians
In their own eyes they are Christians
They can do no wrong,
only find fault in others
And you ladies call yourselves Christians
I'm not so sure when you speak
of the pastor's wife that way
I believe she can wear anything she likes
including those tight leather pants
Cause it's her perogative
Dec 24, 2017
Dec 24, 2017 at 1:13 PM UTC