"skanky" poems
Mandatory ignorance
Enforced through early cognizance
Until we come to recompense
Serrated lines of quote "logic"
Complicit as an etiquette
Preemptive nondivergence threads
United though we bow our heads
Suspension stasis animus
Alarming lack of sapience
Vendetted waking populace
Intrinsics lost to "evidence"
Orphans to our mother Earth
Regressive ****** immigrants
Staggering seductions ways
Lethargic lecherous hedonist craze
Ambrosia brown to black tar goes
Vivacious love to skanky ***
Entropy or as that goes
Remorse I say might have some pros
Solemnly a lie you know
Empathy not lost on me
Retracting threats though not my thing
Epiphany perchance to sing
Nocturnal beasts of legend spring
Damnation comes to every fiend
Innocuous solutions seen
Perception slanted serpentine
Impressions sit supplanters quit
The jury rarely gives a ****
Yet here Im relating it
May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 1:34 PM UTC
WOMEN
I cast you out for pandering your ***
WOMEN
You are shameful
On you
I gift this hex:
*If you need to be the object of manly gratification
If you have no interest in the freedom or the liberation
Then your life will now be governed by the exploitation
A vessel pure and simple for man’s ***********
WOMEN
You are worthless
**** upon my shoe
Read between the lines my friend
Figure out the clue
For it is in here somewhere
Deep within this write
Nothing's ever as it seems
Nothing's black and white
WOMEN
Does a bloke walk round?
With his ***** hanging out?
Does he emphasize his testicles?
Does he bandy it about?
I think you know the answer
Just stop and use that brain
Then maybe in the future
Equality will rightly be reclaimed
But all the time you flaunt your ****
****** you ***** in their face
You, my friend
To the sisterhood
**Are a ******* skanky **** disgrace**
Wake up and smell the Costa
For conditioning is wrong
You need to understand
You cause The Cause to be prolonged
This is my stand
I hold my own
I’m never fazed
By stick nor stone
For I know deep within my heart
The value of my worth
I will never sell my principles
For merriment or mirth
**So … please …. just take a moment
To digest
The words within this write
Unharness faux benevolent blinkers
Because this is our absolute pre-emptive right**
Feb 3, 2011
Feb 3, 2011 at 4:31 AM UTC
Welcome all friends who are allowed in.
You came to see a show but little did you know
that the girl you're about to witness
has no **** and only fitness.
Strong thighs, abs that lead to a v,
Long hair to cover where there's not much to see.
( o )( o )
When she walked, she walked tall.
When she danced, she took off her bra.
She could drop it low,
pick it up slow,
shake her *** better than your average skanky ***
( o )( o )
Fantasies of 80s rock music came alive
and it's hardly more than I can take.
I blacked out during my entire performance
on amateur night..
to Whitesnake.
( o )( o )
As I do recall,
first is the worst,
second is the best.
For that's what I got
with such a little chest.
I left with my pride
and 600 dollars in my boot.
Bucket list off for dancing on a pole
in my birthday suit.
Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 1:32 AM UTC
If I ever get the chance.
I will do to your relationships,
Exactly what you are doing to mine.
You skanky *** side bitch.
Not even able to breathe without anger.
Sep 24, 2014
Sep 24, 2014 at 7:25 PM UTC
say say, "poems"
orbit around teenage angst or "melodrama"
and unrequited love or a "15 year old's infatuation"
with the relishes of teenage woes
alongside skanky ******
were reversed roles in a millennial
battle ; a literacy war
say say, "poets"
clad in magniloquent scrapes
of tight skin, "grandiose" leather
that screech tumblr or more commonly known "fashion"
were the luminescent windows
to that "boy's soul" or obnoxious ****
say say "teens"
as infertile as neglected garden soil
had fervent thoughts on "feminism"
or as the males see it as misandry
and whose words did not revolve
around themselves or "ignorance"
then maybe bloods wouldn't boil
past water's b.p.
and heads wouldn't load with loathe or "insecurities"
and hearts wouldn't heal with blood
or "suicide"
| say say - m.m |
Feb 16, 2015
Feb 16, 2015 at 9:33 AM UTC
I wanted so much to like you;
I had heard so much about you.
Your show sounded like fun
Sadly, too soon I had begun
To listen between the lines
To know you, see who you are
To know behind the shallow mask
To see the ugly stained star.
I forgive myself for a bit of it
Because I know that it was
The method you always use.
I would later guess the cause.
Perhaps myself and others
The countless clueless mass
Mistook the rich and famous
As people with any real class.
I had to see the gaudy penthouse
With gold used instead of chrome.
I needed to see the fake opulence
That you chose to be your home.
I saw you hobnob with famous
And calling them your friends
Soon I would be let to see
The photo was where it ends.
So, I packed away any care for you
And chalked it up to my youth.
Little did I know right then
I only guessed at half the truth.
Because you put your skanky ****
Into the presidential race
And this latest **** of your ego
Means I never stop seeing your face.
Running for the highest office
The leader of the free world
Sure seems to have given
Your screwy hair a different twirl.
Suddenly you dragged out speeches
Of Hiter, Mussolini and Stalin.
You shouted the policies of the KKK
And thew your vitriol all in.
Since too many fools in America
Started chanting Trump, Trump
You seem to want to turn DC
Into something like the town dump.
As for me, I have trouble sleeping
Worried your fans might be letting
And idiot in charge of the nukes
So he can bring on Armageddon.
Sep 6, 2016
Sep 6, 2016 at 4:01 AM UTC
Alexa,
When she walks in a room,
I hear BOOM BOOM BOOM,
Shaking the floor,
No she she's not a florist or even some skanky *****
She's just a kid,
Who's been forbid,
From talking to morbids,
Like Eesha or Thalia or Nicky.
I can guarantee you right now,
You'll never see her walk around with a hickey.
While I should get going,
I have a lawn that needs mowing,
So bye to all of you,
Next time you hear the name Alexa, I'm sure you wont say "who?"
May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 7:04 PM UTC
Oh
Yeah
mmmmmmmmmmmm
You know you love me, I know you care
Just make whale sounds whenever, and I'll be there
You are my significant other, you are my heart
And we will never ever ever be apart
If I was your wife, I'd never let you make out in the Ann Frank House
Keep you on my arm, you'd never be alone
I can be your Thigh, anything you want
If I was your wife, I'd never let you make out in the Ann Frank House, I'd never let you make out in the Ann Frank House
Girlie, girlie, girlie mmmmmmmmmmmm
Like baby, baby, baby nooo
Like girlie, girlie, girlie mmmmmmmmmmmm
I thought you'd always be mine (mine)
When I met you girlie my Hamstring went whale noise
Now them Iguanas in my Neck won't stop stop
And even though it's a struggle love is all we got
So we gonna keep keep fluffing to the mountain top
There's gonna be one more Hamstring going whale noise
One more Hamstring going whale noise
One more Hamstring going whale noise
Your Spine, my biggest weakness
Shouldn't have let you know
I'm always gonna do what they say (hey)
If you need me
I'll come groping
From a thousand miles away
When you grow beards at McDonalds I grow beards at McDonalds (oh whoa)
You fly big red dragons, I fly big red dragons
Hey
Na na na, na na na, na na mmmmmmmmmmmm
Yeah significant other
Na na na, na na na, na na na mmmmmmmmmmmm
If I was your wife
Na na na, na na na, na na na mmmmmmmmmmmm
Na na na, na na na, na na na mmmmmmmmmmmm
If I was your wife
My friends say I'm a fool to think
That you're the one for me
I guess I'm just a skanky fool for my girlie
Uhh ohhh
Jun 13, 2014
Jun 13, 2014 at 11:11 PM UTC
Blonde and skanky
Red and cranky
No sleep
No need
No guilt
To feed
She sticks
She licks
She’s got
Her kicks
****** city
Kind of pretty
My girl
My girl
Rock and whirl
She is
She is
Hard to miss
Aug 19, 2013
Aug 19, 2013 at 8:39 PM UTC
This is a very explicite poem
im gonna hit that *****
shes gonna be gushing blood from her stitches
i can tell her whole bodies got twitches
my nine is gonna make her whine
that ***** better make my dome shine
im gonna backhand that ***
she better not **** with my head
or shes gonna be in the streets
and not in my bed
****** up a million times
wish i could take it back
but she has no right to make my anger snap and crack
my hearts burning like the hot heat of a flame
im gonna ***** this ***** up and wont have any shame
i'll admit im an angel that cant sing
sitting back and letting her do her thing
feeling weak in my soul, body and mind
got more potential then any producer could find
got nowhere in life with her by my side
but in my heart, she has left and died
now the puddle of blood at the foot of my shoes
theres no way that this far into it, i could lose
but being madly in love has its disadvantages
but for now that skanky ***** is in bandages
May 10, 2010
May 10, 2010 at 2:26 PM UTC
Just go
have some fun
with a gun.
Already.
You really,
need to either,
shoot some sense
in-to yourself.
Or just shut your
big-broke, skanky-twanky
clap-trap up.
I can't decipher
your motives.
Your self written sermons
are stained with **** & cynicism.
SO
take care of the problem.
BEFORE I
take care of it for you.
May 24, 2012
May 24, 2012 at 12:32 PM UTC
Well now Jenny Lee she was a ******
She made about a grand a night
But Jenny, she weren't no looker
She could give a man one hell of a fright
We used to wonder how she stayed so busy
Good Lord, she was almost rich
The other gals on the corner didn't like her
They all called her a skanky old witch
One night Jenny Lee was out working
Making a midnight run
She was just gettin' done with a client
Got a call from Reverend Simmons' son
He said, "Jenny Lee, you know I been lookin'
"Been admirin' your stuff from afar
"And I'm hungry for what you got cookin'
Could you meet me in a half of an hour?"
She said, "Ben Simmons, I just don't believe it
"Mister, you ought to be ashamed
"Don't you care 'bout your reputation?
"Why you wanna play this game?"
"I ain't nothin' like my daddy",
He said, "Sometimes I gets me an itch
"And my daddy's money can't scratch it
"Besides, he's a son of a *****
Now Jenny's jaw dropped wide opened
Said "Simmons you just crossed the line"
Said "Your daddy's money can't scratch your itch
"But it can sure as hell scratch mine!"
Jan 4, 2014
Jan 4, 2014 at 9:27 PM UTC
Wheelers.
Dealers.
Back street concealing.
Double dealing.
Number's up by insane gear.
Killed by fear.
See those tears.
Rolling and falling.
Calling and teasing to those who use.
T.v dealers look ever so neat.
Smart suit.
Tidy hair.
Not like the scruffy skanky fella who deals on the street.
(c)LIVVI
Apr 3, 2016
Apr 3, 2016 at 7:08 AM UTC
(Hang in there, I'm just having fun)
Spirit of Vulgarity, have you chosen me
Colors fill my rainbow that only freaks can see
A spectrum of obscenities indecently displayed
I hold to my dysfunction and take it to my grave
Searching for such comforts I've never known before
Like taking pleasure in my own skanky ***** *****
Just to get even with the balance of my misgiving
I fear not the judgment in this death defiant inning
Let love flow through my veins but lust feed my needs
And you my love could come and share in my ***** little deeds
In a hell made for two we’ll burn forevermore
That’s if you’ll be my skanky ***** *****
Aug 4, 2014
Aug 4, 2014 at 8:07 AM UTC
Earlier time's my younger days when I was about sixteen
Awareness of the fairer *** when I was sexually keen
**** time's that I did crave why were the girls so mean
When it came to getting ****** my **** was never seen
I thought about their naked ***** whether fat or lean
Activities in **** arts who cares where thier **** had been
If you get your ******* off making sure your **** is bare
Bending over the bed with your cheeks up in the air
Or knelt upon the sofa with my fingers through your hair
I will stuff my hotdog up inside your Derryair
Too many benders coming out and lots of ugly lags
Never enough willing girls and I could never find no slags
There wasn't any nice girls just ******* ***** bags
All I could attract we're bendy boys and horrible *** hags
Getting blow jobs really ****** my **** was never blown
Lots of Fanny's I would poke but none of them were shown
I didn't get no ***** and my seeds were never sown
Just left pulling on my plonker and wanking on my own
I could have had a blow job from all of those Gay boys
Or offered ******* ******** from dried up hobbledy hoys
But I didn't want a crap **** or play with those boys toys
So I never got to **** to much or make that **** noise
Now I am mid forties and I want the same thing now
I still want to stick my **** in some nice meow.
There's only skanky sourpuss or some old stupid cow
I am still in the same boat I have nothing to plough
I still want some nice ***** I'm still in that same phase
Lots of naked ladies ****** in lots of different ways
I'll have to keep on searching until to my dying days
The line is drawn at hobbledy hoys and most definitely gays
Feb 21, 2016
Feb 21, 2016 at 6:42 AM UTC
‘You’ll make it worse’
she said. But now her eyes
were fixed to Matt Damon’s ****
hands full of Malteser mess.
My chubby digits do my walking
a finger-tip rub round the rim
takes the itch away.
I must have got bitten round her mate
Skanky Tina’s. More hoover – less cat.
X STA CY
Now I’ve caught the edge.
pull back the scab and
in the popcorn bag.
Blood. Oh my God, blood.
It starts to well, then trickle
down my leg toward the sofa.
If I can balance right
kitchen towel just too far
wait, the pizza plate. Perfect.
Tissue soaked in tomato grease
fits the bill just right.
‘What the Hell are you up to?’
Nov 27, 2013
Nov 27, 2013 at 11:28 AM UTC
Hey ****** ******
Some stars gotta fiddle
Just like a Catholic priest.
We have to give them credit,
God saved them when they did it.
And blessed them at the least.
Hey ****** ******
Fat Trump has to fiddle
With women he can control.
He pretends he doesn’t know
What that word simply shows
Since the last syllable is troll.
Hey ****** ******
A high powered fiddle
Is always powered by cash.
But, Mr. Diddler
Unlike a talented fiddler
You are nothing but overpaid trash.
Hey ****** diddledick
We all hope your fiddlestick
Falls off and lays on the ground
Then you could stop it
And the women could stomp it.
And kick your skanky *** around.
Nov 3, 2017
Nov 3, 2017 at 8:47 PM UTC
By: David W. Clare
She phoned me up: as she lied: straight to my face!
Phoney baloney, rang through my swollen head, she's unfit for the human race...
Begged me to bring her a pint of ice cream; I fell back asleep had a frozen dream...
Then, my car alarm blew a gasket
Those **** wild hoodlums are at it again?
I fell down in the street chasing after a cheap bottle of ***** to sooth my broken down blues... her breathe sounded real bad!
I acquiesced, then wanted to see her naked in bed undressed... I was depressed at the thought, she looked hot until I threw back the blanket...
I knew I was being used as her chisel... skanky cheap broad!
I took a taxi to her uptown flat, what a ****** room 17, next to that old gas station that got robbed last summer...
I was so **** drunk, I rolled up the stairs and her shoes fell on my feet!
Then I knew there was no hope, I lay there like the drunken *******
(C) In perpetuity all rights reserved
(P) FilmNoirWorks
Dec 11, 2016
Dec 11, 2016 at 12:34 PM UTC
Well, Skanky Kelly V.
How could this even be?
You're bleeding down Washington Ave yet again
That new man of your's, he beats you
He cheats, talks down and mistreats you
Because he knows what you are Kelly V.
Me, I'm not too sure what I want
I *** around the town of Dumont
I live a life of echoed apathy
With not much on my mind
I looked for a good time
And you offered Skanky Kelly V.
If you ever met Kelly
Your jaw would hit the floor
She looks like a model from a magazine
Curves in the right places
One in a million faces
Everywhere she went she caused a scene
That night I fell asleep
She left and hit the street
To get off by any means
She found a willing man
And the cycle starts again
For that Skanky Kelly V.
Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 3:14 PM UTC
(Senryu-ous story)
I can’t figure out
why everything doesn’t
happen like I want.
I brush my teeth and
floss regularly, I wash
my roommates dishes,
I am generous,
I don’t run in the hallways,
I do my homework.
I support pizza
places, Amazon - I spur
the economy
semi-sleepless night
no worries, but tossing with
no sleep - what’s with that?
My health app says I
slept three hours, four minutes.
I’m low on toothpaste.
five-thirty AM
Lisa and I ran four miles
on the gym treadmills
Banana/ peanut
butter/ cacao/ oat milk/ chia
seed breakfast smoothie.
I've been in love with
styling dresses, layered
over flared jean pants.
My first look was a
tulle dress over sequined jeans
and tan kitten heels.
The winter hook-up
scene is in full swing - not for
me, I’m like second base
I just lay around,
in sad, unfettered, boredom
- a crying shoulder
for others, I’m not
a skanky ***** like [censored]
- try penicillin - ßℹℸçⒽ
Since, as you can see,
I am, for all intents and
purposes - perfect.
I can’t figure out
why everything doesn’t
happen like I want.
Feb 3, 2024
Feb 3, 2024 at 10:36 PM UTC
I look at the clock as it metaphorically ticks
The minutes and seconds that turn into hours
Of being awake and not being able to escape
Into a world of dreams filled with happiness
And hopes of a man or test grade or smile
Because a better tomorrow is cliché and
Broadway and it can’t possibly capture
The true desperation for some type of
Improvement in the lengths of the white
Tips of my fingernails or the miniscule
And unbearable numbers that line my
Bank account number or the instances
Where the light in the top left corner of
My Galaxy blinks feverishly a yellow
That signifies any type of contact from
These distant co-workers or former peers
But I don’t really expect much because
I’m sure everyone knows about my
Love triangle escapade and skanky
Tendencies so I just blast the 808s &
Heartbreak with the bass beating into
My skin like it’s a part of my inner
***** allowing me to revel in my
Loneliness and try to embrace mine
And Kanye’s similarities
February 22, 2014 3:49:41 PM
Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 2:06 AM UTC
Since Facebook turn to shade
Some of y'all need to go home and bath
Talking bout this on fleek, that on fleek
But dem cockroaches flying
And dem baby mouse starta squeek
Tryna break up a good home
Cause your skanky *** can't make your own
Talking bout hot gyal this and hot gyal that
Well hot gyal don't scrape out another gyal ***
Hot gyal can read and write
And know dem worth plenty
Only thing some of you ******* can do nowadays is take ah selfie
Y'all make me sick with this ***** mentality
You see, a sista can't talk to a mister
Without some ******* thinking he's ******* her
And she can't go out looking fine as hell
Without some ******* tryna get with her
And these so called misters
Seems to me like dem waist blister
Cause dem pants always dey by dem *** like some prisoners
Talking bout "man ah gangster yow"
***** please, you ain't no gangster, you ah "Gyow"
Instead you people go look for a job or educate yourself and ****
Y'all out here looking like a bunch ah ***** *** *****
La Vida Love
Oct 7, 2016
Oct 7, 2016 at 10:07 PM UTC
Stab that blade into your skin
While you down a bit more gin
Lets commit another sin
Watch your whole world start to spin
~
Honey, we really need you to wake
This is not the path for you to take
Those friends you have are oh so fake
Please just do this for your sake
~
Her high has reached an all-time low
While all her demons scream at her "No!"
"Who is that girl? I don't know.."
"Just some ***** skanky ***
~
And as she stood there by your side
Her only thought was suicide
Oh, the secrets that girl could hide
They could drown a city in a single tide
~
People had filled her mind with hate
By the time they found her, it was all too late
She knew already that this was fate
No longer did she have to wait
Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 1:57 PM UTC
sometimes guys will go
down on a skanky, stinky
***** almost as if it were
an obligation or a duty
Jul 20, 2018
Jul 20, 2018 at 5:21 PM UTC
Easy, slushy, high
With an open tomb
Like the skanky alchy’
Inside the barroom
Steaming the coldest aisles
With wrinkled lips
For the finest perks
For the messiest tips
Nov 30, 2016
Nov 30, 2016 at 8:42 PM UTC