Arse Poems - Poems about Arse

The nanosecond bad a** to risk romance Twenty first century technology allows, enables, and provides instantaneous virtual unconsummated love. Within the course of a texting or sexting session one lovelorn lad (or grown man) can fabricate a faux impression with the young or old fellow claiming lineage as a reincarnated Hessian essentially a German trooper hired by the British to help fight during the American Revolution principally...

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narcissists with huge egos slither and slink ~ hmmm, what would Rumi think a sly smile on their lips, thinking it's a disguise ~ not from many eyes having an overly aggressive attitude ~ it's just plain a-rse rude they are like lemons with sour zest ~ for goodness sake, please give it a rest ...

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**** Hat The American was an **** hat A real screw ball idiot Who didn’t care what people thought She did this and that what she wanted A new tattoo left nipple coloured dark green Right ear extended elf like Having sex with 70 year old men Just for the Hell of it Not to get their cash A real **** hat gal She was a...

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"****" F you if you drop your "R's" because then friend becomes fiend...

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running in the groove needle follows at speed hear the record skip as the needle slices through my lump Dying in vinyl crevice oil slick sides unable to climb needle coming round again jumping for the last time...

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She would not understand specificity If it bit her in the ****, If it smacked her in the eye, or if it Rolled her around in a bed. “All green-eyed people have fat legs,” she says. What about her? I ask. “She is the exception,” she states, generalizing everyone. “All caramel haired people wear beanies.” What about that one? I point out. “His must...

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Some use hemorrhoid cream on their face In my eyes,it is not the right place But they ‘pile’ it all on Till the tube is all gone I won’t use our tube just in case Just imagine if you’d used your finger On your piles cos you had a humdinger But your wrinkles need lube and you reuse that tube on that note...

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I had a friend who’s grandfather died someway The government stole his home away For his grandmother had Alzheimer’s disease Think not for herself anymore if you please So they stole her home to pay for her care Don’t you think that is so unfair Grandfather worked hard all his life To buy a nest for grandmother, his wife Three boys and...

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Society – me **** Society, the straight jacket of “socially” acceptable mores, condemning all to a “one size fits all living coffin. Social “mores”, cultural cudgels of “independent thought”, ballyhooing the wonders of our differences until Society’s sycophancy rears its head in obsequious disapproval. Societal “Class Warfare” – High Society gazing at the “Waterfront”, the homeless wrestling the wharf rats for scraps. Secular...

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Tough in spending even in abundance of resources Indifference shown to priority of any needed purchase Giving is rendered a gruesome punishment to mankind Hall of famer to the accuracy of the expression of feelings Tight fisted, closed minded and currency conscious in all situations. A swollen wallet ironically ignites the need for fewer expenses River accumulating water to the point...

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I understand that getting old Is just a stage we pass But can anybody tell me What happened to my ****? It used to be quite lively And a distance from the ground Ashamed to say it though I am It used to get around It was nifty on the dance floor And comfy on a chair It was pert and it was bouncy But now...

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From poetaster to poet-ass This ain't no leaf of grass. Walden's pond is a stinking morass And love is but blaring brass. No Elysian fields lie yore And the meadow is a blooming bore. Nature is reduced to God's only whore And all I feel is a whole lot sore. Jealousy reigns supreme Oh, why can't I just continue to dream. If Life's...

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Shall I compare thee to your mother's ****? Thou aren’t more lovely, but more flatulent. Rough winds do shake it; and bring on a farce And all her clothes hath all too short a rent Sometime too hot-headed of hell doth burn, And often is the true nature exposed; And every foul from fowl; my stomach churns, By reason, or by nature's...

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nine rare **** lickers In Kim’s windows Sitting on thorns Ah.....Sew! poem by Deborah Guzzi (Contest)...

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When the skydiver leapt from his plane What he saw below to his great disdain Were 'gators flexing their jaws Expecting grub for their maws ...

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