"skanks" poems
If I could simply overcome
Possessive nouns and vowel sounds
I would not need to study ******
Heavy lies’ beheaded crowns
But you make martyrs with your charter
School exclusive service sector
To systemically condemn me
To the destitution nectar
Of the corner story ******
Potential Cinderella caged in
The statistics of the mathematic
Overdose equation
Comatose’n like a Holy Ghost
Of tranquil ranking party skanks
Whose tanks plan out the projects
For the boys still shootin’ blanks
And then the slavers liberate
Some nation-state of god forsaken
Oil barons salivate
To taste the poison Apple’s stake in
Stock in stuffer markets takin’
All the products people makin’
Privatizing profit-docket lawless
Mother Nature rapin’
For some scarcity disparities
In wealth I can’t attain
You keep me feeding on the bottom
From the top, you make it rain
So as the brains continue drainin’
In amenity dependency
I tinker with the inner-machinations
Now the enemy
You’ve made me out to be you see
My generation’s future’s bleaker
Than the past in full HD
Jul 26, 2018
Jul 26, 2018 at 1:45 PM UTC
Igor was torn between casting
the body of a girl
or young woman,
that was merely sexually attractive -
or whether to employ a procession
of young nubiles as secretaries;
now that Natalia had thrown him over for Ivan,
he needed a girl or young woman
who was sexually mature;
possibly even suitable for marriage;
sexually mature; sexually attractive,
desirable, **** luscious; marriageable;
informally, beddable:
Ivan constantly surrounded himself
w/ a posse of nubile young women,
to forget, that's what Eli needed to do;
mid 17th century: from the Latin nubilis
‘marriageable,’ from nubere,
to cover or veil
oneself for a bridegroom;
from the nubes the ‘puffy cloud-like nips’
of a child bride;
[risqué]
photos of coeds of the
fifties & those of
| _sex-trafficked nubiles_
from last week; |
glamour isn't glamorous;
as GMO skanks get injected
w/ female growth hormones
just in case they
decide to
to be mothers someday
slightly indecent or liable
to shock, especially by being sexually
suggestive; "risqué humor" ribald,
rude, ***** Rabelaisian, ***** ****
earthy, indecent, suggestive,
improper, naughty, locker-room;
****** ***** ****** crude, adult,
coarse, obscene, lewd, ******
blue, raunchy; off-color
"risqué stories": mid 19th century: French,
_past participle of risquer ‘to risk’_
Aug 20, 2018
Aug 20, 2018 at 3:04 AM UTC
Ryan he likes slags called kim
I wonder if Kim's fat or slim
Is she ugly, is she grim
I guess Kim's good enough for him
Kim she's Ryan's piece of trim
Is it because she licks the rim
Are other slags out on a whim
Maybe their filled up to the brim
Bus stops talk they say so much
They seem to have that magic touch
Slags lives scrawled on shelters hutch
Straight to the point, not double Dutch
No other slags are good enough
perhaps their skanks and far too rough
Slags called Kim, must be so tough
When Ryan does not get enough
Not slags called Julie, Emma or Jane
Jodi and Rachel must be too plain
Just try Michelle, are you insane ?
Limiting tarts is loss not gain
Is Ryan partial to whips and chain ?
And Kim obliges him with pain
Kim must be different with the cane
It's no wonder he wants Kim again
Kim maybe great, from where your stood
She's just a **** who likes hard wood
Come on now Ryan, you know you should
There's other slags that's just as good
Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 2:15 PM UTC
On the door the sign it says "Open mike" come in and listen if you like
Get a drink and take a seat come listen to others things
Songs galore, old and new. If you want get up too.
But no you *** you want to heckle and berate someone, oh your special.
So special you came straight from the gym didn't shower and you stink
Your head is topped with a mersey **** oh I'm sorry its your hair
****** this and I'll do that, hot air from a skanks mouth
Well this morning I feel really good because last night I met you
My life may never be the same in fact next week I'll come again
If you open your foul scouse mouth, I'll get up and read this out!
Feb 27, 2014
Feb 27, 2014 at 8:44 PM UTC
I feel your absence in my sleep,
the two by six abyss where your body should be.
Crime scene lines in my mind stand out starkly on the sheets;
those lines of snow and desperate hoes stealing you away from me.
It's been weeks now where
rolled-up bills, razorblades, railroad tracks have become your new significant other.
The minutes tic-tocking by in my dreams,
without you they slink by so slow from my fitful doze.
I wander and wade in nightmares after smoking sheep and counting green,
the Sandman is stalking me, mocking me and I'm praying you were near.
I put the ghost of your body in this pillow
but a stuffed bag is no soldier, so with nothing to protect me, I lie awake with no lover.
5 AM: caked-up ***** cutting lines for you.
Do you feel like a rock star now?
Rocks of blow, star of skanks, putting the King in ******* pathetic.
Dictator of my days but just a distant memory at night;
did I imagine you in the sun? Did you actually sleep next to me once?
I never sleep on your vacant side.
Even while tossing and turning in the tiny hours of the night,
I can still feel the divide
from that thin white line.
Sep 5, 2012
Sep 5, 2012 at 9:42 AM UTC
A tavern built on misdeeds and insurrection,
House of rascals, whisky and imperfection
A hideaway for rebels and racketeers,
Where drinks are served to outlaws and mutineers,
Where the pianist plays for pirates and privateers,
Where the wicked and the wayward can be served,
And are respected however undeserved.
It’s a rag-tag bunch of outlaws and anarchists,
A cavalcade of rough revolutionists,
So come on in my dear insurrectionist,
Welcome to our lawless little band,
Welcome to the Tavern of the ******
Come and join our banished battalion,
Join our cause, oh revered rapscallion,
So calling out to nature’s abominations,
We’ve got bourbon, bombshells and indignation,
Come and wait for imminent and sure damnation,
No matter what your deviance may be,
Come and join the drunken reverie.
It’s a monument to lost souls and deviants,
A shrine to every small disobedience,
A riotous, cathartic experience,
Where radicals are safe from reprimand,
Welcome to the Tavern of the ******
Welcome back, my worshipped renegade,
To the place where freedom’s sweet as lemonade,
Where skanks and outlaws, sing so intoxicated,
The anthem of the unkempt and agitated,
The mantra of the evil and of the hated,
Laughing as they sing their merry tune,
Unified by their impending doom.
It’s a testament to chaos and anarchy,
A haven for the worst of humanity,
A house of lawlessness and profanity,
Welcome to our lawless little band,
Welcome to the Tavern of the ******
Aug 19, 2020
Aug 19, 2020 at 6:59 PM UTC
Anti parents because they are hypocrites.
Mom tells me not to sleep around but she does.
Dad says I shouldn't flirt but he flirts and has cyber ***
Hey dumb parents you messed up your marriage.
You do **** I would never do and you want me to respect you.
Hey mom take the men you meet off personals and shove them up your ***
Hey dad take your evil ***** and all your facebook skanks and shove them up your ***
My messed up mind is a ******* up place and is a no hypocrite zone.
Dec 15, 2013
Dec 15, 2013 at 10:31 PM UTC
**** this.
****
i **** hookers then rob them.
i thought it'd be a good idea.
then i realized it blows
harder than skanks **** ****
go ahead, steal this.
it'd make a great greeting card.
Apr 18, 2012
Apr 18, 2012 at 6:16 AM UTC
some people say that they want to remember all the memories
the moments of excitement, anger and lust
but if those people knew what reality was really like
they would understand why all i want to do is forget
life is full of liars
full of cheaters and frauds and skanks
and no one is real. absolutely no one.
the skies are grey and the weather is dull
and dense coal black game stagger among the clouds
squawking and squealing
and staring you down with black beady eyes as you do the deed.
Dec 24, 2012
Dec 24, 2012 at 3:34 PM UTC
Have fun with those skanks an hoes,
Should've let you go sooner
didn’t think you would turn out to be such a ******* loser.
Let them figure out the real you
Oh wait there’s too many different kinds of sides of you
There’s the one that I can’t let go
Then the other that got a good flow
Then there’s the one that I'm scared of tremendously
This side is anything but user-friendly
He doesn’t care what he does to me
At this point I just can’t wait to get free
Thinking to myself “Is this gonna be the last time?"
That quote is always on my ******* mind
It doesn’t help when I need to sleep
Thank god there’s a plant called ****
That makes everything okay for the moment
Nothing to this side brings any enjoyment
Until we hit the bed and another side to you is brought out
The side that just wants what it wants and then wants to be out
But I can’t blame anything on you
Because you’ve mind ****** me so bad I believe that I’ve done something to you
Like I did this to you
But oh well if this is how it ends
Then there really isn’t a point to be friends
Now that I've gotten that out of the way
I’ll just go to my bed, rest, and enjoy the rest of my days.
Peace*
Jun 19, 2012
Jun 19, 2012 at 2:39 AM UTC
Get your noses out of that stank hole you half-man beasts.
Most of you walk around with **** and **** on your breath; Disgusting punk cuck skanks clean up, lazy vermin.
Jun 8, 2022
Jun 8, 2022 at 3:45 AM UTC
How did I get here from where I was before,
A little weekend dabble and never wanted more,
I cannot become addicted, too good for that I'm sure,
But looking back I underestimated the power and the lure,
Half a packet here and there become 1 or 2 a week,
The lure of the white powder, I start becoming weak,
Sneaky packets in the day, trying to conceal,
Then when caught, convincing people that it's no big deal,
Lying to your loved ones, lying all day long,
Hiding from everyone and singing the paranoia song,
Once I pop I cannot stop till all the powder goes,
Doesn't seem to matter that I can't smell through my nose,
Nobody understands me or what I'm going through,
To them they think it's just a joke and don't believe it's true,
But I can confirm I'm an addict and I want you all to know,
And help me get away from this evil pure white snow,
I want to stop, I want it gone, I want it out my life,
I want to be a decent Dad and have a loving wife,
******* has been so evil and sneaky in its way,
Never think that you are too good to be lead astray,
Addiction is for junkies and skanks I used to spout,
Now I realise I didn't know what I was talking about,
I've nearly lost all I love and never felt so low,
I really need you to go ******* you really have to go.
Aug 1, 2015
Aug 1, 2015 at 3:58 AM UTC
She went out dancing with her sister.
No thought of romance in her head.
A ****** on the loose in a big city.
She would end up in a stranger’s bed.
There were skanks and fancy boy ******
It looked like they were having so much fun.
Some guy offered her a cocktail so she
Thought it wouldn't hurt to have just one.
Criminals of love, villains of lust.
Blind to a newcomer's sorrow.
Heaven for an hour, home-run or bust.
Live for today, never mind tomorrow.
Criminals of love, that's what they are.
Greedy as hell, up to no good
Acting like some famous superstar
On the trail of a babe in the woods.
Her parents never thought to teach her
How to deal with criminals of love
They set her loose among the masses
Left her in the hands of God above.
The kind of guy she met won't suffer
A single day in jail for his crimes.
She hoped she was something special
To him she was another hill to climb.
Criminals of love, villains of lust.
Blind to a newcomer's sorrow.
Heaven for an hour, home-run or bust.
Live for today, never mind tomorrow.
Criminals of love, that's what they are.
Greedy as hell, up to no good
Acting like some famous superstar
On the trail of a babe in the woods.
This is not the imagined fairytale
Written in women's magazines;
Fighting off remorseless lectures
Was an outcome quite unforeseen.
She wishes now that she had stayed
At home to read a good book.
Instead she suffers with remorse
Being abused by a romantic crook.
Criminals of love, villains of lust.
Blind to a newcomer's sorrow.
Heaven for an hour, home-run or bust.
Live for today, never mind tomorrow.
Criminals of love, that's what they are.
Greedy as hell, up to no good
Acting like some famous superstar
On the trail of a babe in the woods.
Dec 17, 2016
Dec 17, 2016 at 4:39 PM UTC
There was once a parade:
a stage of pride, lies, strings attached.
Strange. Strange as it seemed.
And there was once a lad;
a little man who stood for his hatred,
his crumbled dreams all shattered;
a spider that crunched its victims,
never scared of the eyes of the grim.
There was once a parade:
a nice, mesmerizing flash of masquerade
where all you could see was nothing
but the face of a buried evil,
remaining still in the heart of a little boy;
smashing, scratching all over his door.
But never once did he dare
to step aside and share
all the little things the evil had sworn
to get a bite, a taste, a little part of his own.
O’dear little boy, little, little boy.
It was never his to toy
with all the malicious curses and black mirrors,
the malevolent hearts with dirtiest cores.
And so they crushed him whole,
the ***** skanks and their dolls,
puppets that were once his to call;
smashed him, scratched him, tore him,
until his eyes was no more recognized for its black beam.
May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 7:39 AM UTC
Isn't it funny
People can be cruel
But its when you react
That start calling names
People say to ignore them
Names hurt just as bad as a broken arm
And worse.
Being called a monster
Being called a freak
Being called ****** skanks, loser
It hurts.
Everyone has a demon and angel
Some worse then others.
People have problems that cant be fixed be telling them to get over it.
Telling people to stay away to each other doesn't work
It takes action.
Action won't happen unless you do something.
Make the world brighter
Not darker.
Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 5:36 PM UTC
On the door the sign it says "Open mic" come in and listen if you like.
Get a drink and take a seat come listen to others things.
Songs galore, old and new.
If you want get up too.
But no you *** you want to heckle and berate someone, oh your special.
So special you came straight from the gym, didn't shower and you stink
Your head is topped with a mersey **** oh I'm sorry it's your hair.
****** this and I'll do that, hot air from a skanks mouth
Well this morning I feel really good because last night I met you.
My life may never be the same in fact next week I'll come again.
If you open your foul scouse mouth, I'll get up and read this out!
Oct 23, 2017
Oct 23, 2017 at 6:45 PM UTC
Alone again, and it’s the middle of the night.
He got in too deep and gave my heart a fright.
I’d like to look back and say it’ll be alright,
But I know the truth: it’s all over, that’s right.
I could smile and laugh like it’s all okay,
But I just lost my newest friend today.
Begging and pleading wouldn’t make him stay,
Instead I guess I’ll lie down to cry and pray.
Just like skanks lose their virtue, I’ve lost my touch.
I guess now I have nothing. I never really had much.
The look on his face was imaginable, such
Contempt and sorrow with a side of disgust.
I would never had told. Would’ve kept my mouth shut.
How was I to know he’d bark and protest like a mutt?
I made a conscious effort to lock all that up.
Tried to conceal it within to avoid this vile cup.
If you can’t keep em, forget em.
Along with him, him, and him.
Make it easy as possible to walk an’
Never let you heart get too broken.
Maybe my mom was dead wrong,
Instead of letting him write me a song
I should tell him the truth! Before long
They’d all see through me and…
No! I can’t let any of them go.
I’ll keep them all on their toes
Just as long as each of them knows
How I care for all of my hoes.
Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 7:06 PM UTC
I trusted a boy called Sam
For me Sam was the man
Sam made my heart strings sing
To me he was everything.
Oh Sam Oh Sam... You were the man.
We did everything together just me and Sam
Then one day I got a photo, he has another fan!
Oh Sam oh Sam.. Who the **** is she?
So I thought things over and I'm moving on.
I don't share with skanks who steal other girls man
Oh sam oh sam .. Who the **** is sam.
Aug 25, 2017
Aug 25, 2017 at 12:43 PM UTC
O the spunk-coated skin
Of the stain-snouted ******
Such Classy vermin
Rats & dogs
Die
How ugly,
How disgusting,
Filth,
Ugly vampires that only steal
And get covered in nasty fluids
Useless prostitutes
Walking around with cum-breath
Acting like the innocent queens
Rot in Hell
You filthy abusive ******* nasty *** skanks.
Jun 8, 2022
Jun 8, 2022 at 8:09 PM UTC
Lately I've been so on the edge. Random people have been pushing me to the point of no return. Calling me names and hurting me. I've almost got into three fights and it's only been a week or two since you left. I can't do this. I'd rather get into those fights and win with no damage done to me; or lose and get sent to the hospital. Either or would make me feel better. I'd want to beat the **** out of the ****** skanks that taunt me. I'd want to take all of my anger out on them. Yet at the same time , I want to lose. I want the pain of a broken nose and ****** body. I can't be peaceful. I'm one foul word away from the point of no return.
Jun 18, 2014
Jun 18, 2014 at 11:01 AM UTC