"tighty" poems - Hello Poetry

Let Christ give his final sacrament to us through the holy Eucharist of his jizzum. He shall raise the skirts of all boys and decimate the trousers of all who fear him. I was a kid once and i know this. Don't worry he ***** me too. Feels good if you know him in the flesh in fruity underwear tighty see throughs. Death plague. He brings to us. Through the work of his ***** Whacking off each head to *** Come one come all, to the shitshow circus called religion, **** morals owned by slavery and god, All fallacy is see through like his ******* nightgown God is the **** of ******** Get a hard on from your violence absolvance. **** one another destroy. Empathy is for ******* God is dead. Shot with led, fed to the Nazis, in their death holes for the unclean, God is a *** The **** of earth isn’t me or you It's the constructs of dogma, That they abused us with as children. Come on now we all aren’t bad guys. It's the ***** in power. **** **** Follow, follow, into a pit like the communist. I had *** with Stalin and created democracy. Chairmen Mao is necrophagist. ****** was was the savior of the Semites. The Popes are the largest mass murderers in history.

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Mar 27, 2013

Mar 27, 2013 at 1:58 PM UTC

Lendonpartain

Mao those Lenins ****** Stop Stalin

Let Christ give his final sacrament to us through the holy Eucharist of his jizzum. He shall raise the skirts of all boys and decimate the trousers of all who fear him. I was a kid once and i know this. Don't worry he ***** me too. Feels good if you know him in the flesh in fruity underwear tighty see throughs. Death plague. He brings to us. Through the work of his ***** Whacking off each head to *** Come one come all, to the shitshow circus called religion, **** morals owned by slavery and god, All fallacy is see through like his ******* nightgown God is the **** of ******** Get a hard on from your violence absolvance. **** one another destroy. Empathy is for ******* God is dead. Shot with led, fed to the Nazis, in their death holes for the unclean, God is a *** The **** of earth isn’t me or you It's the constructs of dogma, That they abused us with as children. Come on now we all aren’t bad guys. It's the ***** in power. **** **** Follow, follow, into a pit like the communist. I had *** with Stalin and created democracy. Chairmen Mao is necrophagist. ****** was was the savior of the Semites. The Popes are the largest mass murderers in history.

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i am a leaky faucet. the crescent wrench of control tightens, righty tighty but i drip, drip, drip. a stronger hand has gripped my handle. lefty loosy, let it flow my dripping waters spill into your ears, where earth flower seeds fell in late summer sun oh, quick! quick! knock out the dirt somebody call a plumber blossoms like these won't survive the coming frost. *blossoms like these will make your head explode.*

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Nov 25, 2011

Nov 25, 2011 at 2:40 PM UTC

BruisedOrange

flowers spring up where they will

i am a leaky faucet. the crescent wrench of control tightens, righty tighty but i drip, drip, drip. a stronger hand has gripped my handle. lefty loosy, let it flow my dripping waters spill into your ears, where earth flower seeds fell in late summer sun oh, quick! quick! knock out the dirt somebody call a plumber blossoms like these won't survive the coming frost. *blossoms like these will make your head explode.*

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I At night, I search for the wrench I lift it off my nightstand I lie down on the workbench the cool weight held in my hand what I must loosen first is my knee lull myself to a state of repose leg is a swollen trunk of a tree placidity the pain soon outgrows ache that is green ache that is ivy, ache that is wrapping around me entirely. being disarming, the way that a friend will-- in no way harming, I pry up one tendril, My ache and I have just locked eyes I turn my bolt counter-clockwise just one half turn. making way t’ward release, pain is adjourned to finally find peace II And in the factory, It seems I was wound too tightly Deemed satisfactory Now, I relieve pressure nightly The bolt pushes in such a way it leaves the metal bent Relief is not given away but instead it is lent pain that is sharp pain that goes squish, pain that is swimming around me like fish. The pain in my head a pain bright white Will surely spread If not done right My head and I sob, throb, and cry together And then I finally sever the tether spin one full revolution, Though I know it's unwise, Lets in nightmare pollution Maybe last night’s reprise III At night, I will always search for the reasons Why is it that bad things happen to good people I lie down and lament each of the seasons If it’s about church, I’m skewered on the steeple Now plaguing me is my dear heart O! Please don't think me frigid It’s how to be, if you are smart Walls that throbbed become rigid want that is lace want that is divine, want that dissipates completely in time Wincing at every twinge Heart so hollow it awards me pain Lace is fraying at the fringe Meteor in my orbital plane said it flutters and feels flighty prescribed one spin righty tighty Then, compact are the loves I hold, Locked in my heart airtight No space empty or left cold I wish you all goodnight

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Dec 3, 2020

Dec 3, 2020 at 5:06 PM UTC

77jet

Nightly Maintenance I, II, III

I At night, I search for the wrench I lift it off my nightstand I lie down on the workbench the cool weight held in my hand what I must loosen first is my knee lull myself to a state of repose leg is a swollen trunk of a tree placidity the pain soon outgrows ache that is green ache that is ivy, ache that is wrapping around me entirely. being disarming, the way that a friend will-- in no way harming, I pry up one tendril, My ache and I have just locked eyes I turn my bolt counter-clockwise just one half turn. making way t’ward release, pain is adjourned to finally find peace II And in the factory, It seems I was wound too tightly Deemed satisfactory Now, I relieve pressure nightly The bolt pushes in such a way it leaves the metal bent Relief is not given away but instead it is lent pain that is sharp pain that goes squish, pain that is swimming around me like fish. The pain in my head a pain bright white Will surely spread If not done right My head and I sob, throb, and cry together And then I finally sever the tether spin one full revolution, Though I know it's unwise, Lets in nightmare pollution Maybe last night’s reprise III At night, I will always search for the reasons Why is it that bad things happen to good people I lie down and lament each of the seasons If it’s about church, I’m skewered on the steeple Now plaguing me is my dear heart O! Please don't think me frigid It’s how to be, if you are smart Walls that throbbed become rigid want that is lace want that is divine, want that dissipates completely in time Wincing at every twinge Heart so hollow it awards me pain Lace is fraying at the fringe Meteor in my orbital plane said it flutters and feels flighty prescribed one spin righty tighty Then, compact are the loves I hold, Locked in my heart airtight No space empty or left cold I wish you all goodnight

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You found me right and tight And then you left me loosey

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Jun 11, 2017

Jun 11, 2017 at 9:20 PM UTC

brujo-alligatore

Righty Tighty Lefty Loosey (a short ***** poem)

You found me right and tight And then you left me loosey

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There's relevance everywhere and nowhere and I don't care It's all a hoax and one big joke and he's a bloke don't have to smoke So bide your time having heart's a crime in your youth sublime Don't pay no mind It's all indifferent and not significant we can all be flippant and there is no difference Troubled as you are Likable star by far when you raise the bar You might fly to Mars So take it all lightly though it seem unsightly we're all rightly mighty when we're keepin' it tidy In our soiled tighty whities

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Apr 24, 2016

Apr 24, 2016 at 11:11 PM UTC

pj-poesy

In Our Soiled Tighty Whities

There's relevance everywhere and nowhere and I don't care It's all a hoax and one big joke and he's a bloke don't have to smoke So bide your time having heart's a crime in your youth sublime Don't pay no mind It's all indifferent and not significant we can all be flippant and there is no difference Troubled as you are Likable star by far when you raise the bar You might fly to Mars So take it all lightly though it seem unsightly we're all rightly mighty when we're keepin' it tidy In our soiled tighty whities

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Indiscriminately it can found in the seat of most girls ******* More often in men’s “tighty-whities” spread out or smeared liberally. Commonly referred to as bacon strips. Like brown tire skid marks in boxers. One thing that we all can't avoid... Doo Doo stains in our under-trousers... No matter how clean or prissy you try to be. How manly or macho or even a ***** will be. A lucky son of a gun if he can getaway from thee. Inevitable boo boo stains located in the seat of his bikinis. No matter if your high society or just a kid that likes to hang out in the malls. The cleanest ****** in the world or you tote the freshest smelling ***** One things for sure you'll see when you pause for the cause... The evidence of boo boo left over in your drawers. It's plain the focus of the poem if you envision it. We're all like one another unless you shower right after it. The infamous number two there's no escaping it. Abominable, Embarrassing, Unbearable, underwear stained with strips…

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Dec 29, 2018

Dec 29, 2018 at 4:19 PM UTC

MalikShahir

Why I Never!

Indiscriminately it can found in the seat of most girls ******* More often in men’s “tighty-whities” spread out or smeared liberally. Commonly referred to as bacon strips. Like brown tire skid marks in boxers. One thing that we all can't avoid... Doo Doo stains in our under-trousers... No matter how clean or prissy you try to be. How manly or macho or even a ***** will be. A lucky son of a gun if he can getaway from thee. Inevitable boo boo stains located in the seat of his bikinis. No matter if your high society or just a kid that likes to hang out in the malls. The cleanest ****** in the world or you tote the freshest smelling ***** One things for sure you'll see when you pause for the cause... The evidence of boo boo left over in your drawers. It's plain the focus of the poem if you envision it. We're all like one another unless you shower right after it. The infamous number two there's no escaping it. Abominable, Embarrassing, Unbearable, underwear stained with strips…

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Chapter 1 No one is ever going to look at you like you're insane, only the mirror, as you poke faces at it, while it stares at you, projecting blame, simply declaring you insane as you stare at the back of your head, in the mirror, because even your reflection could not look you in the face, it's not disgrace, it's just an automatic response to the pain. Chapter 2 When in a grocery store, it's clearly not sane to ask the cereal box to prove their claim of bringing joy to the day, in a Special K way, nor appropriate to argue with said box as you tightly grip it's cardboard bits and demand it kiss you on the lips with its Special K brand. It's just not okay. Chapter 3 When tossing pennies in the fountain with a special wish, just let said penny float to the bottom. When wanting to take back said wish, it's clearly not acceptable to strip to your tighty whiteys and yell ***Never ***** will I spend one cent on you and a useless wish*** then execute a perfect swan dive into three feet of water then pretend to drown while trying to rescue your wish... Insanity does not work like this! (reference the criminally insane handbook titled I Stalk You For MY Pleasure) Chapter 4 Love is a bottomless pit of Insanity. It's like a honey jar that attracts nothing more then a colony of ants, one or two bees, (wondering where their honey went) and a rabid badger that can't ***** off the lid. Aforementioned badger will proceed to pound said honey *** against a rock, perhaps killing an ant or two an maybe a bee, but not gaining access to the honey in a jar that looks like glass but is actually clear titanium, the best protection against Love... see? It's easy!

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Aug 7, 2015

Aug 7, 2015 at 5:17 AM UTC

helen

A Guide to Insanity

Chapter 1 No one is ever going to look at you like you're insane, only the mirror, as you poke faces at it, while it stares at you, projecting blame, simply declaring you insane as you stare at the back of your head, in the mirror, because even your reflection could not look you in the face, it's not disgrace, it's just an automatic response to the pain. Chapter 2 When in a grocery store, it's clearly not sane to ask the cereal box to prove their claim of bringing joy to the day, in a Special K way, nor appropriate to argue with said box as you tightly grip it's cardboard bits and demand it kiss you on the lips with its Special K brand. It's just not okay. Chapter 3 When tossing pennies in the fountain with a special wish, just let said penny float to the bottom. When wanting to take back said wish, it's clearly not acceptable to strip to your tighty whiteys and yell ***Never ***** will I spend one cent on you and a useless wish*** then execute a perfect swan dive into three feet of water then pretend to drown while trying to rescue your wish... Insanity does not work like this! (reference the criminally insane handbook titled I Stalk You For MY Pleasure) Chapter 4 Love is a bottomless pit of Insanity. It's like a honey jar that attracts nothing more then a colony of ants, one or two bees, (wondering where their honey went) and a rabid badger that can't ***** off the lid. Aforementioned badger will proceed to pound said honey *** against a rock, perhaps killing an ant or two an maybe a bee, but not gaining access to the honey in a jar that looks like glass but is actually clear titanium, the best protection against Love... see? It's easy!

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