"pervs" poems
To the ancient Egyptians
hieroglyphics looked like
IMAX-HD blockbusters;
Renaissance art is so real
it's like the Holy Family's
really right in front of u!
gamers & pervs lose their
egos to avatars & **** -
the surplus visual culture
strikes future generations
like silent movies today;
commercials are empty &
expensive; drama, cliched
stereotypes for the money;
gone are the days of Baal
& Dionysus, & gone are the
ecstatic frenzies, gone are
realism & surrealism; space
is our new home, now forget
everything u've ever known
Jul 22, 2018
Jul 22, 2018 at 7:16 AM UTC
.
******
Muslim loving
Queer
•
•
You know the type !
Lazy
Welfare scamming
*** pervs
And drug addicts
• )?( •
An dey hate god
An dey hate you
and dey wan ***** yer wife
And da kid !!
)(
Bad bad libbie !!!
""
So
Let's deport them all back to hell
And build a fence so they can't get back in
And ban that compassion crap
And give government the power to **** anyone
Not opposed to Big Government
That'll show em !
.
Jan 28, 2016
Jan 28, 2016 at 2:46 AM UTC
I've had my share of pervs.
I've been groped.
I've been peeped.
I've seen them watch ****
I've watched them play with themselves.
I've seen them drunk and hanging with women.
Yeah, I've had my share of pervs.
The only thing that's unchecked on the
Perv's checklist is:
Getting *****
And I pray to God it stays unchecked.
Dec 5, 2013
Dec 5, 2013 at 10:24 AM UTC
. .
)
•
(
^~^~^~^
YE read a love poem here and YE think
This poem could not possibly
Have been written by a woman !
( though thus it is made to seem )
•
The IMAGE produced is usually one
Of a SATANIC RITUAL
Like in the movies
EYES WIDE SHUT
or
THE STORY OF O
Of a debased and humiliated woman
( though she is made to seem PROUD of the role ---
--- as in our love poems )
In some MALE DOMINATED SATANIC
State of helplessness
Naked
Chains attached to her completely exposed
Shaved and man handled ******
Being dragged around as a *** slave
Thru the flames of hell
With everyone gazing on
( as we readers do ! )
In solemn and religious poses
of profound respect
For the proceedings ! )
///
WHY DO THE POEMS PRODUCE THESE IMAGES ?
//
Well
They almost always depict a " naked " exposure
Of a woman's sexuality
( as if that picture is all a woman is ! )
Crying out in some way
To a nameless and undescribed
MALE DOMINANT FORCE
( SATAN )
or /// as desguised in the poem , an almighty
( YOU ! )
To whom the woman is seen to be
TOTALLY DEPENDANT on !
::
Crying out so pathetically
For
A text !
A visit !
A touch !
To produce for her
SAFETY !
OBSCURITY !
( it's just US and no one else ! )
A MEANING !
( as if she can't create one herself ! -- poor baby ! !
BUT (?)
MAYBE (?)
OH (!)
HE ... !
IS HERE !
( thank god for him
Thank him for god ! )
//
/:/
What you see in your mind
Is the emergence of a picture
Of a
Pathetic loathsome wretch
( coming closer and closer !!
Clearer and clearer !! )
Surrounded by flames
::
Screaming
I LOVE .... YOU ! --- nameless Satanic Power )
BELIEVE ME !
( religious words ! )
HELPLESS !
DRUGGED !
CRYING !!
***** !
( thinking
Only the next **** will ease the pain of this one ! )
""
The image approaches
Explodes into BLOOD
And ends in SUICIDAL DEATH !
..
Such a picture !
Such a Vision !
over and over and over again !
/..:
And on // HOT ONES
you might read
10 or 15 of them in a row !!
100's and 1000 's of likes
....
THIS IS HOW WE LIKE TO SEE WOMEN !!!!
( and no woman complains !!! )
..
So who is writing these poems
( WE KNOW ONLY PERVS LIKE READING THEM )
//
The only possible answer is
SATAN HIMSELF
come to debase and humiliate the SANCTITY
OF WOMAN
and hence
THE SANCTITY OF CHILDBIRTH
and hence
THE SANCTITY OF HUMANITY
and ultimately
THE SANCTITY OF GOD
;;
and we
The BROTHERHOOD AND SISTERHOOD
OF POETS .......... (?)
...
We LOVE it !!
Jul 23, 2015
Jul 23, 2015 at 3:03 PM UTC
If you think that your passwords are Un-hackable, change them anyway...
In a recent study it is shown that women are 80% more likely than men to use the word "password" as their password. This gives hackers a #1 target. Along with "password" other easy combinations follow "1234" "4321" "123456" etc...
So what do we do to prevent pervs from getting our credit card password and buying all the stuff off of any perverted website...
Think about your password really hard, write down what it is on a private file "in/out of the computer", never ever have the same password for anything.
What is our government doing to make sure that they don't get hacked?
The governments preventative measures to insure that there is no "cyber terrorism" they have hackers hired to literally hack the U.S. Government. Then if they get through (which happens a lot) the government then immediately fixes it.
The way the government is insuring and enforcing security in the country is failing, due to the amount of "supposed" and "legally" obtained land around the world, the more they collect the less smaller the number of people you have to protect the area. The amount of money going into the country itself is much less than what is invested into international military involvement. Why spend so much?
Because Americans have a lot of pride, they think that the world owes it to them because their so rich. Yet the U.S. Has a debt of $19.3 trillion dollars.
Every year the US government spends $598.49 billion dollars, why? Since the US loves to put its big shiny boot into everyone's ***** a lot of people start disliking them, so the US ready to **** it's pants builds up a military that makes them look tougher.
Jun 30, 2016
Jun 30, 2016 at 3:11 PM UTC
I miss all those days we spent together
i miss the way we spent all night watching old movies i never heard of
i miss the next mornings when i had to poke you awake
i miss the way you snored completely ignoring me
i miss the days we spent drinking beers at our new york
i miss ignoring your incessant ramblings about everything
i miss the way you always annoyed me till i blew up
i miss the way i childishly cussed at you while you laughed on
i miss the way you gently wiped my tears and listen to my problems
i miss our plans for surviving possible zombie apocalypses
i miss your chivalrous gentleman self glaring at pervs on the street
i miss the terribly offensive jokes you cracked that never were that funny
i miss the way those same jokes somehow crept in and made me smile
i miss the way you turned me from an old monk to a beer lover
i miss the plots we created to destroy our tormentors
i miss how you always knew more than i did but never considered me stupid
i miss how you always try to take in my criticism but refused to accept it
i miss how you believed in my artwork and never let me forget it
i miss how you talked like an absolute child about your latest femme escapades
i miss how you always pretended that you don't care but remembered every small detail i mentioned
i miss the way you accepted all of me without a spot of hesitation
i miss looking into those intense eyes of yours in wonder at the boy you were
i miss creeping you out by getting extremely close and laughing at your expressions
i miss sleeping uncomfortably beside you as you roll around in rem sleep
i miss you tucking me in when the pressures of the world were too much for me to dream
i miss dreaming about our futures making wild plans about brands we wish to own
i miss getting completely hammered with you and being so publicly weird
i miss your complete honesty no matter how much it hurt
i miss softly kissing your forehead as i put you to bed after our drunken adventure
i miss everything you used to be
but most of all
i miss the way you hugged me
holding on tighter when i tried to pull back
subtly sealing your promise to always be around
i miss you boy
more than you can ever know.
Feb 1, 2015
Feb 1, 2015 at 9:59 AM UTC
today i felt like laying down
and sleeping soundly in the ground
i'd decompose with all the bugs
that died from overdose on drugs
my hips would grind against boney narcs
like pornstars and pervs in a public park
yes, i'd like to be six feet under
singing with drug-induced wonder
Mar 24, 2021
Mar 24, 2021 at 2:22 PM UTC
About what ?
//
( ha ha ) LOVE (ha ha )
//
•• ••
He said he loved her but he didn't
But he said it to get laid
•
She knew it but pretended to believe him
Because she too wanted to get laid
Without seeming to be a slutty babe
••
After a while he simply wanted to try
Someone else
She didn't care
She wanted to try someone else too
But she started to cry about being
" broken "
And all that crap
Cause she loved the attention !
•••
It took me awhile to figure this out
And now I too have learned not to give a **** about
Any of the ******** slopped around
Since you all are just a bunch of *** addicts
Trading partners and making up fantasies
Or maybe just a bunch of pervs just ************
And talking to your fingers !
•
Who cares ?
//
How can one care since
Nobody is really out there
Feb 25, 2015
Feb 25, 2015 at 7:09 PM UTC
Half a million hits
Whilst the pervs progressively click
Lacy knickers on as there she solely sits
Bra on the floor just flashing her...oh my!
I'll let you fill in the rest of the bits.
JJB
Mar 2, 2021
Mar 2, 2021 at 5:12 AM UTC
I’ve constructed my own heaven,
One that I deserve.
Where the glitter’s broken glass
And all the angels; pervs.
Where euphoria is sold
For money by the gram.
Find me no more there on Earth
For this is where I am.
I’ve constructed my own heaven,
Wish that you could see
How much better this is than
The hell they made for me.
Where the demons hang by neckties
Grimacing in mirth.
Where the price of happiness
Is more than what it’s worth.
I’ve constructed my own heaven
With its golden gates,
Where a hedonistic ****
Of the senses waits.
Where the smokey clouds are dense
With fumes that stick to clothes.
I’ve constructed my own heaven
Of sorts, I suppose.
Sep 13, 2018
Sep 13, 2018 at 8:22 PM UTC
.
( come on out
-- don't be afraid -- )
""
all the girls were bleeding
Moaning on the floor
The janitor came in screaming
GET THE **** OUTA HETE YA PERVS
BEFORE I CALL THE COPS !
)(
)(
Oh for the days when self pride might have kicked in !
Or even civic duty !
)(
She loved tomorrow but it died
And no college kid can find a real job
So she thinks of something else to do
Amid the cops and drone airplanes
And the silly children that we are
""""
It is good
I know
It's hard to believe
But it is
Really
It is always good
.
Jun 5, 2016
Jun 5, 2016 at 9:50 PM UTC
::::
the gods are gone
~ ~
0
~ ~
only we poets remain
& we're just ******* around
Trying to talk others
Into hurting themselves
••
Weird pervs
spreading the pain
::
As little kids follow us to hell
Jul 27, 2015
Jul 27, 2015 at 11:38 PM UTC
Stepping to the beat, without my feet, so sweet, but deadly unique,
Freak a chick, who dont speak, english dutch to spanish,
See my third leg vanish, outlandish, skillz I didnt plant it,
But I'm a captain, watch me land it, no airplane, puff jane,
It's insane, off the grain, season yokes, for the snowy cane,
Picked the range, over the lexus, haters, welcome to texas,
Plex against us, watch the heat bust, over 300 Celsius, trust,
The feelings I push, watch ambush, chaos, in the land of Kush,
Crush dramas, meaner than a, aggravated llama, calm ya,
Every ya verbs, meditate the herbs, knocking out all pervs,
Suckas get served, cant shake the bell curves, see the nerves,
Of steel grow, from those standing, as a distance so, the more,
The pain, the looser the gain, struggling for domains,
It's a like a police refrain, looking for soaked, up drug drains,
Rhyme stitches increases, this for my nephews and nieces,
Check the thesis, top rap digging in ya, telekenisis, pieces,
Of my poetry, left ya in feces, cant stop the rap carniches,
Glitches, pitched nothing but riches, flawless no shining this,
Ludacris, number spot got ya spot blotched, who could knock,
Take my top spot, we got it locked, like the Lox, hold glocks,
With more heat, to beats, then streets, than flings of rock,
Cant block, the hustle out muscle, any thin vessel, measure,
My treasure, against the flawless, nights of pleasures,
Loose ends, make for loose skins, check my rims spin,
At least 600 classes in, session, mic killer, with no aggression,
Mics I dig, contagious as Mr Biggs, split, ya dot now ya got red wigs,
Mar 28, 2021
Mar 28, 2021 at 11:05 PM UTC