"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.
May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 1:40 PM UTC
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.
Mar 22, 2010
Mar 22, 2010 at 4:09 PM UTC
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.
May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 1:19 PM UTC
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.
Apr 16, 2016
Apr 16, 2016 at 7:06 PM UTC
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
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Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 7:00 AM UTC