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"poofter" poems
“Top of the Morning to ‘Yuh, Guv’nuh.” Oh, to be father of a Cockney flower girl, To be Eliza Doolittle’s Dear old Dad, Alfred P. of that surname. Oh, to be a cockney dustman, On this fine day, Another fine day in Northern New Mexico, as I Sell my daughter to ‘Enery Iggins, or Some equivalent Princeton poofter. I am Rhett Butler, Daring blockade-runner, Persona –non-grata For any decent Family—including my own, Charleston Carolina. In time, I crave Social acceptance for Bonnie Blue—my ill fated Would-be equestrian offspring; I surrender my daughter to the Upper Class.
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May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 1:40 PM UTC
"My Fair Tara Lady"
Alice and I were fudged fruiting inside Falstaffian freakish fleur–de–lys: She inside a quack–aztec–tattooed tank, Me inside a pendulous magenta harness with polydactyl–perverted plumes bespattered into it. In the ****** **** of that kaput flophouse We creosoted our conks all the cockatrices of the gorge–de–pigeon, Inside crotches, Jacuzzis and homocentric Action Men. Alice, with the pornographic bend sinisters in the teeth of her poltergeistish fajita crocodile, Smacked of the plug–ugly poofter of a south–south–west by south sackful sandbank. I cemented the jaundiced dangler of an ostrich to my prick. With that and my uncut fiddlestick of knobs I was the idiosyncratic and wholehogging sadomasochistic slapper! We banged the bush streaming proboscis in tentacle Through smorgasbords of hermaphrodites and high muck–a–mucks While Ravi Shankar’s idioglossias and cockchafers juddered our titbits. Our Moonies were classically cracked flabelliform by the time we disinterred them. Alice managed to fornicate incognito white elephant on behalf of myself And we were passionately on the back of the dingdong, naked as our Moonies. We kept one’s pecker up wrapped up in the shadowgraph Athwart ever-strangling girdles of formaldehyde, ozone, fomenter and widow’s weeds, Athwart polytetrafluoroethylene–pricked precipices and then down to the butts Where we both came to a sticky end on our jockstraps and leered at the ballet dancers That we then penetrated rhythmically by elongating tumescent our gang banging tentacles. Through comfortable French knickers I burped, “Thank you for ****** me everywhere, Alice”. In the soporific honeypotspunk, aped on the ooze, I could smell that her **** had made her ******* type soap flakes break the sound barrier, Splashing out a ***** whale seed skirting her jowls. “You’re fragrant, flypaper”, she rapped. The Government gabble that little green men who hammer out the sexagenarians weren’t on board. Inside spleen of the spliffs, inside spleen of my gangrenous Pollyanna, I will over one’s dead body evacuate. I will over one’s dead body evacuate.
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Mar 22, 2010
Mar 22, 2010 at 4:09 PM UTC
San Francisco
Alice and I were fudged fruiting inside Falstaffian freakish fleur–de–lys: She inside a quack–aztec–tattooed tank, Me inside a pendulous magenta harness with polydactyl–perverted plumes bespattered into it. In the ****** **** of that kaput flophouse We creosoted our conks all the cockatrices of the gorge–de–pigeon, Inside crotches, Jacuzzis and homocentric Action Men. Alice, with the pornographic bend sinisters in the teeth of her poltergeistish fajita crocodile, Smacked of the plug–ugly poofter of a south–south–west by south sackful sandbank. I cemented the jaundiced dangler of an ostrich to my prick. With that and my uncut fiddlestick of knobs I was the idiosyncratic and wholehogging sadomasochistic slapper! We banged the bush streaming proboscis in tentacle Through smorgasbords of hermaphrodites and high muck–a–mucks While Ravi Shankar’s idioglossias and cockchafers juddered our titbits. Our Moonies were classically cracked flabelliform by the time we disinterred them. Alice managed to fornicate incognito white elephant on behalf of myself And we were passionately on the back of the dingdong, naked as our Moonies. We kept one’s pecker up wrapped up in the shadowgraph Athwart ever-strangling girdles of formaldehyde, ozone, fomenter and widow’s weeds, Athwart polytetrafluoroethylene–pricked precipices and then down to the butts Where we both came to a sticky end on our jockstraps and leered at the ballet dancers That we then penetrated rhythmically by elongating tumescent our gang banging tentacles. Through comfortable French knickers I burped, “Thank you for ****** me everywhere, Alice”. In the soporific honeypotspunk, aped on the ooze, I could smell that her **** had made her ******* type soap flakes break the sound barrier, Splashing out a ***** whale seed skirting her jowls. “You’re fragrant, flypaper”, she rapped. The Government gabble that little green men who hammer out the sexagenarians weren’t on board. Inside spleen of the spliffs, inside spleen of my gangrenous Pollyanna, I will over one’s dead body evacuate. I will over one’s dead body evacuate.
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I self-indulged— For me a rare Lapse, an unexpected Slide to materialism. Repenting already, My selfishness. I bought myself Internet Radio. How could I resist? E-Tail has made it so easy. GOTO Amazon Electronics. •Amazon.com: Electronicswww.amazon.com/electronics-store/b?ie=UTF8... Amazon.com, Inc. Online shopping from a great selection at Electronics Store. ... Electronics. Shop for TV & Video, ... Featured Offers in Electronics ... Electronics Categories • ($“Ka-Ching! Ka-Ching!$ Ads in the middle of the freaking poem!”) The omnipresent marketplace: Shop at home in your pajamas, Pay for it with keystrokes, Go back to sleep. FOR SALE:  Hail to thee, Oh bittersweet Credo of Capitalism! I finally broke down, Accepting the fact that RADIO: once a wireless marvel; Now, a fading media option, Its broadcast range Not only shrunk, but Signal reception, downright poor. So, I finally broke down Bought a radio that actually works. So what I want to know Is NPR so full of itself that They go so far to find some British-accent guy to read Sports summaries? I am listening to some Pompous Pommy poofter, At KBOS, Boston, Massachusetts, Nigel Longshanks, himself, Recapping “The Run for the Roses,” Kentucky Derby homestretch, Missed NBA semi-final foul shot & The freakish mojo comeback of Yankee Baseball Bad Boy: A-ROD.
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May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 1:19 PM UTC
“RADIO DAYS”
Honest He who doesn't work, works **** or just can't commit He homeless He an affair and a **** good fix ****** with a tendency to show underwhelming **** Twisted into nicety by such anger at the human, the wants Good at *** when in love Un-abused Un-poisened One of my best mates like Dyslexic thick **** A problem Step child and real life son, grandson always, always, grandson eldest unappreciated, underestimated, paranioder? Paranoidist. One of the needers of therapists Panicked by past Fractured by future A depressive, doesn't drink, do drudgery like drugs A fearfull mess mummy's boy Fatherless Fathered less A letdownshowoff overconfident, Anxious, ex husband, probable poofter, please Goddot, please, let he be a cheater A ex punk, definite ***** pushover, almost poet So easily hurt, yet never hurts My love one. (Cary you Guardian) Too damed romantic Cant read but by gosh buys books Genius artistic, Autistic, an idiot and just another bad student manish Little Boy child Unable to be alone and not a good flatmate Justifier of the almighty grey areas, The cheated... the Strong willed.
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Apr 16, 2016
Apr 16, 2016 at 7:06 PM UTC
Self Portrayal
HE ALLAN FAMILY STORY = BRIAN IS GETTING TEASED YA SEE BRIAN USED TO STARE LIKE, PEOPLE STEALING HIS LUNCH AND STICKING DRAWING PINS UP HIS *** AND BEING YELLED AT BY ****** PEOPLE AND BRIAN CAN’T STAND IT, IT’S ALRIGHT WHILE BRIAN WAS STILL IN SCHOOL, BECAUSE KIDS TEASE, BUT IT WAS WHEN HE STARTED WORK AT THE CANBERRA REX HOTEL, BRIAN BOSSED PEOPLE AROUND, L;IKE HE WAS KING **** OR SOMETHING AND TWO FILOPINOS TEASED BRIAN, BY THROWING HIS BIKE IN THE LINEN TROLLEYBAD, AND THEN, SOME OTHER **** YELLED AT HIM, BRIAN WAS SCARED, AND THEN STEVE YELLED AT HIM BECAUSE BRIAN TEASED HIM, AFTER BRIAN WAS STRUGGLING WITH THE HORRIBLE TEASING AT THE LETS COURSE, BECAUSE BRIAN PREFERRED TO WATCH TV RATHER THAN DO WOOD WORK AND ALSO REFUSED TO PLAY VOLLEYBALL ONE REASON IS, THAT LET’S COURSE REALLY ****** AND BRIAN HATES WHEN EVERYONE RAN INTO HIM, BECAUSE, HE WAS SCARED OF THESE TEASERS, IT’S NATURAL TO BE SCARED OF TEASERS, LIKE THAT, BRIAN SAID, I PREFER TO BE IN MY OWN OWN WORLD RATHER THAN BE WITH YOU, AND AT THE CAR DETAILING COURSE, THIS MAN CLINTON, FOLDED HIS ARMS, YA SEE HE WAS A MECHAINC, AND THESE TWO YOUNGER ONES WERE SAYING TO ME WOOSEY WOOSEY WOOSEY WOOSEY, POOFTER POOFTER AND CLINTON GOT IN THE ACT TO, AS I WAS CLEANING THE CAR CLINTON SLAMMED THE DOOR, ON ME, PERSONALLY, I FELT VERY WEIRD FROM THAT SORT OF TEASING, BUT I AM READY FOR TEASING IF I BECOME FAMOUS ON STAGE, YOU SEE PEOPLE ARE TEASING ME ON THE COMPUTER AND IN REAL LIFE, I AM A FAMILY PERSON, PART OF THE ALLAN CLAN YOU SEE, THIS TEASING WAS HORRIBLE, AND IT WAS BECAUSE BRIAN WAS STUPID AT THE MOMENT, BRIAN LIKES DOING THINGS, IN A CREATIVE WAY JOINING FACE BOOK, YOUTUBE AND MANY MORE INTERNET SITES BUT THIS TEASING IS COMING THROUGH THE COSMOS BY HIS GOOD MATE PAT I
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Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 7:00 AM UTC
THE ALLAN FAMILY STORY, BRIAN IS GETTING TEASED, HERE IS HOW
HE ALLAN FAMILY STORY = BRIAN IS GETTING TEASED YA SEE BRIAN USED TO STARE LIKE, PEOPLE STEALING HIS LUNCH AND STICKING DRAWING PINS UP HIS *** AND BEING YELLED AT BY ****** PEOPLE AND BRIAN CAN’T STAND IT, IT’S ALRIGHT WHILE BRIAN WAS STILL IN SCHOOL, BECAUSE KIDS TEASE, BUT IT WAS WHEN HE STARTED WORK AT THE CANBERRA REX HOTEL, BRIAN BOSSED PEOPLE AROUND, L;IKE HE WAS KING **** OR SOMETHING AND TWO FILOPINOS TEASED BRIAN, BY THROWING HIS BIKE IN THE LINEN TROLLEYBAD, AND THEN, SOME OTHER **** YELLED AT HIM, BRIAN WAS SCARED, AND THEN STEVE YELLED AT HIM BECAUSE BRIAN TEASED HIM, AFTER BRIAN WAS STRUGGLING WITH THE HORRIBLE TEASING AT THE LETS COURSE, BECAUSE BRIAN PREFERRED TO WATCH TV RATHER THAN DO WOOD WORK AND ALSO REFUSED TO PLAY VOLLEYBALL ONE REASON IS, THAT LET’S COURSE REALLY ****** AND BRIAN HATES WHEN EVERYONE RAN INTO HIM, BECAUSE, HE WAS SCARED OF THESE TEASERS, IT’S NATURAL TO BE SCARED OF TEASERS, LIKE THAT, BRIAN SAID, I PREFER TO BE IN MY OWN OWN WORLD RATHER THAN BE WITH YOU, AND AT THE CAR DETAILING COURSE, THIS MAN CLINTON, FOLDED HIS ARMS, YA SEE HE WAS A MECHAINC, AND THESE TWO YOUNGER ONES WERE SAYING TO ME WOOSEY WOOSEY WOOSEY WOOSEY, POOFTER POOFTER AND CLINTON GOT IN THE ACT TO, AS I WAS CLEANING THE CAR CLINTON SLAMMED THE DOOR, ON ME, PERSONALLY, I FELT VERY WEIRD FROM THAT SORT OF TEASING, BUT I AM READY FOR TEASING IF I BECOME FAMOUS ON STAGE, YOU SEE PEOPLE ARE TEASING ME ON THE COMPUTER AND IN REAL LIFE, I AM A FAMILY PERSON, PART OF THE ALLAN CLAN YOU SEE, THIS TEASING WAS HORRIBLE, AND IT WAS BECAUSE BRIAN WAS STUPID AT THE MOMENT, BRIAN LIKES DOING THINGS, IN A CREATIVE WAY JOINING FACE BOOK, YOUTUBE AND MANY MORE INTERNET SITES BUT THIS TEASING IS COMING THROUGH THE COSMOS BY HIS GOOD MATE PAT I
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