Whore Poems - Poems about Whore

The Early Years She is to entertain 20 people I fried up 20 cucumbers 5 lbs. Of okra In a grit and Parmesan cheese And bits of bacon in the batter Some spices, mace, cayenne , paprika Garlic and onion powder in the Bater*w/flour and eggs baking soda* I roasted a teriyaki style pork loin And sliced it thin with commercial Mixer, I mean...

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She came to my door just after four My AI whore She broke the ice, by saying we could do it on the floor They didn't get carpet burns any more I asked if we should take precautions We don’t want unwanted robots running around She said no, they use the sperm for remodification Sex didn't seem exciting any more I suggested we...

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When a whore house was fun I sat down to write about flowers, those often called weeds and grows on untended pavements but another thought got in the way as I recalled that flowers in a whore house are usually plastic except for a chrysanthemum on a painting on a wall of an artistic whore I have had much fun in houses...

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Just a common whore they said Who rolled the drunken tars As they staggered out from The Dockside taverns and bars. Lime Street, Liverpool was Where she plied her trade. Where her drunken bargains Were very quickly made. Transported to Australia When she was finally caught And Maggie May of Liverpool Could no longer be bought. No consideration for the times The Tars gave her a beating Or...

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From the Wilds Of Effea....... By Guitaurious Mousk Didn't I make it clear sorta like yesterday Love got you here Love won't let you get away Sing it in my ear sing your song your way don't chore me don't ignore me listen to what I say..... Tame your wildside stop reacting to my againstments calm the shore of ignorance study Love allow me to be just let me be Don't be stupid aint no body feeling...

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The New Year, that painted whore to whom we keep returning for more of the same, with no one to blame but ourselves, ~ Have we no shame?...

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Of the things we abhor We should not add a whore. You can one give a store To build with a strength raw And - Yes - urge to make core A trade which cleans The Sore: The world show A New Floor On which no trash she'll pour: New space, new floor, New Door... Of the things whores abhor They should eschew...

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Soli, Soli, then be Tacet! Soli, Soli, then be Tacet! Ossai,Ossai, Rubato,Tenuto Ossai, Soli. Adagio? Adagio: no, no, no ! Vivase! Vivase, Vivase! Da Capo! De Capo! Divisi, Cresendo,Cresendo! Aria, Arai, Mastros baton wishes me to sing., legato, legato ah- buto concerto! they prayed for six spheres!...

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Things you know not about a carnivore Are many like the goods in hoarder’s store, Some of them quick at baring the skin pore, Some much harder than Steel or Iron Ore, Still some knowledge you could pick from walked floor... To start with, it adores its ugly jaw, With it readily breaking The Law; First, a prey seizing with its cursed...

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When Russia inevitably evens the score Ukraine will remain an unpainted whore To NATO unattractive Russia wary, reactive Hiding in alleyways, pre-Third World War...

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Three camels and A whore Worked the desert In the heat of the midday sun Tanned and sinewy Plying their trade Sleeping in the chill when done Transporting goods Or transporting men To them it was all the same Never looking for more Than the minimum wage For something,or someone To blame Taking it all upon themselves the weight of the world as a song Carrying the sins or the...

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Even if she were a whore With a visible moral sore: The licentious from her jaw, Largely The Deprived or poor, A fool seeming to the core, On all days A Bore But broke A Toothless Law, You mustn’t her on paper draw, On her invective pour Nor bang on her door… These, a raising of dust and more, For The...

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The last war I saw Was Crushing Eyesore And I was dead sure Man badly loves a chainsaw: A film that lowered my lower jaw I regarding the scenes from bare floor: The crazy inclusion of Wasting Chainsaw, With all its quartering strength and numbing awe That Man’s Bestiality brought to the fore; A peace move making a thing core And bloodshed an “Exciting Bore”. The...

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I went in and Sioja was ready for me. Before we started I introduced myself and put the cash on the table. Pay before enjoying the goods. Sioja was orange skinned and had purple hair. It was all natural as was the third eye in the middle of her forehead. This was brilliant green and...

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Slaaag was a foul mouthed quick witted handy female. A cat fight was one of her specialities as was name calling and back stabbing. **** licking was another skill. What these things never achieved plain old seduction did....

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