"whacko" poems - Hello Poetry

Dat ***** Though Hey girl, I see you at da club, shaking dat ***** And all I can think about is how that *** would soothe me. You lookin' so fresh like celery. Baby, why don't you come over here and put a bell on me? I'll be your cat, rub my nose in your lap, and you can be my doggy. We can do it in style, for a while. Then jump in the shower, so you can wash me with your lotions Rub your magic all over me like your hands are made of potions. Then let's jump back in bed and keep our bodies in motion. Girl, you fine like China, like Flo from Mel's diner. You hotter than Tabasco, and I know you think I'm whacko, But you got a ***** that makes me crazy. I want you to haze me, daze me, and if you say no, it probably won't phase me. I'll just write poetry about you and me as if it were real because nothin' gonna stop the way I feel.

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Sep 10, 2015

Sep 10, 2015 at 11:38 PM UTC

hotsaucemcpoetry

Dat ***** Though

Dat ***** Though Hey girl, I see you at da club, shaking dat ***** And all I can think about is how that *** would soothe me. You lookin' so fresh like celery. Baby, why don't you come over here and put a bell on me? I'll be your cat, rub my nose in your lap, and you can be my doggy. We can do it in style, for a while. Then jump in the shower, so you can wash me with your lotions Rub your magic all over me like your hands are made of potions. Then let's jump back in bed and keep our bodies in motion. Girl, you fine like China, like Flo from Mel's diner. You hotter than Tabasco, and I know you think I'm whacko, But you got a ***** that makes me crazy. I want you to haze me, daze me, and if you say no, it probably won't phase me. I'll just write poetry about you and me as if it were real because nothin' gonna stop the way I feel.

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Speaking is an art words like paint we smear and spread out our ideas onto canvas If you paint too fast- **** it you might make a mistake Did you know paint can expire? you think come one, paint? paint can't go bad! then you try and use it and its separated and chunky and boom your whole piece is ruined. Words can expire too. did you know that? phrases and metaphors age turn ugly and contaminating just like the paint they might have been usable once, but now you'd better get some new words. Like, when referring to someone who uses a wheelchair people don't say they're crippled. because that word has expired! The same way simpleton was used to refer to someone with intellectual disabilities was is the key word there. please for the love of god don't call anyone a simpleton Lunatic was once used to refer to people with psychiatric disabilities don't say the teacher who gave you homework on a Friday is a lunatic! ******** was used to refer to people with intellectual disabilities but now you should NOT call anyone or anything ******** because it is inappropriate and insulting This isn't about taking away your words it's about what you are taking away from people with disabilities when you use language like that. what you are stripping away from people when you decide to use a word like ******* gimp deformed disfigured Freak insane lame ****** ***** spaz stupid whacko Knock it off! when you decide to use those words it takes away from anyone who has a disability or anyone who every will. Use a different word use swear words find a thesaurus. Get some new **** paint

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Jan 17, 2020

Jan 17, 2020 at 5:19 PM UTC

disabledpoetman

Expired Paint

Speaking is an art words like paint we smear and spread out our ideas onto canvas If you paint too fast- **** it you might make a mistake Did you know paint can expire? you think come one, paint? paint can't go bad! then you try and use it and its separated and chunky and boom your whole piece is ruined. Words can expire too. did you know that? phrases and metaphors age turn ugly and contaminating just like the paint they might have been usable once, but now you'd better get some new words. Like, when referring to someone who uses a wheelchair people don't say they're crippled. because that word has expired! The same way simpleton was used to refer to someone with intellectual disabilities was is the key word there. please for the love of god don't call anyone a simpleton Lunatic was once used to refer to people with psychiatric disabilities don't say the teacher who gave you homework on a Friday is a lunatic! ******** was used to refer to people with intellectual disabilities but now you should NOT call anyone or anything ******** because it is inappropriate and insulting This isn't about taking away your words it's about what you are taking away from people with disabilities when you use language like that. what you are stripping away from people when you decide to use a word like ******* gimp deformed disfigured Freak insane lame ****** ***** spaz stupid whacko Knock it off! when you decide to use those words it takes away from anyone who has a disability or anyone who every will. Use a different word use swear words find a thesaurus. Get some new **** paint

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I’m called Madam Budget Cut, hard-edged Ms. Bludgeon **** Slashing each piece of the pie. But still I the budget gut, both guns and butter cut, Balance the budget or die! I’ve a tax for tobacco, and (pols think I’m whacko), I’m slashing their projects with knives. No ribbons for cutting, no grants for abutting Old properties owned by their wives. I’ve cross-the-board fixes, I’ve “no ways” and “nixes”, I’ve silly assumptions and worse. I consolidate functions, ignore court injunctions Protecting the power of the purse. I’ve early-out options, I propose late adoptions Of programs designed by the Feds. I close institutions, slow down restitutions, And limit the number of beds. I fire those who sign up The thousands who line up For Medicaid, welfare and such. I’ve April surprises, with merit pay prizes For staff who don’t argue too much. So go with my uppercut, Knock out the sludge, and gut, Budgets should never be shy. So we’ll cut, snip and suture, Then look toward the future, And pray that the patient won’t die!

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Mar 5, 2017

Mar 5, 2017 at 6:06 PM UTC

vic-miller

State Budget Director’s Song (Apologies to Mr Gilbert)

I’m called Madam Budget Cut, hard-edged Ms. Bludgeon **** Slashing each piece of the pie. But still I the budget gut, both guns and butter cut, Balance the budget or die! I’ve a tax for tobacco, and (pols think I’m whacko), I’m slashing their projects with knives. No ribbons for cutting, no grants for abutting Old properties owned by their wives. I’ve cross-the-board fixes, I’ve “no ways” and “nixes”, I’ve silly assumptions and worse. I consolidate functions, ignore court injunctions Protecting the power of the purse. I’ve early-out options, I propose late adoptions Of programs designed by the Feds. I close institutions, slow down restitutions, And limit the number of beds. I fire those who sign up The thousands who line up For Medicaid, welfare and such. I’ve April surprises, with merit pay prizes For staff who don’t argue too much. So go with my uppercut, Knock out the sludge, and gut, Budgets should never be shy. So we’ll cut, snip and suture, Then look toward the future, And pray that the patient won’t die!

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Of Anchor babes he cries foul but it seems an empty howl. Just look at HIS life A Serbian “Anchor” wife! Plus a Russian first spouse what a hypocritical louse. And He reveres Vladimir why, He holds him so dear. His claims of innocence belie perhaps HE’S the Russian spy. Give Donny the code? not well does that bode - He’ll repopulate the earth using his daughter with mirth! Heaven forbid we elect this toad for our fair States it’s the wrong road. He’ll be busy building a wall while the crazed shooter's at the mall. With this whacko in charge and his cabinet at large All we’ve worked for is gone while the lemmings follow the “Don”

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Dec 2, 2016

Dec 2, 2016 at 3:04 AM UTC

cosmic-string

Trumpty Dumpty

Of Anchor babes he cries foul but it seems an empty howl. Just look at HIS life A Serbian “Anchor” wife! Plus a Russian first spouse what a hypocritical louse. And He reveres Vladimir why, He holds him so dear. His claims of innocence belie perhaps HE’S the Russian spy. Give Donny the code? not well does that bode - He’ll repopulate the earth using his daughter with mirth! Heaven forbid we elect this toad for our fair States it’s the wrong road. He’ll be busy building a wall while the crazed shooter's at the mall. With this whacko in charge and his cabinet at large All we’ve worked for is gone while the lemmings follow the “Don”

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