- Non-Erotic Poetry
- That Bird In My Hand Shat On Me
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Click hereThat Bird In My Hand Shat On Me.
He’s put the ‘Wolf’ amongst pigeons,
That fucking ‘Cunt’…
(and that ain’t no adjective,
It’s a pseudonym, simple and true).
I hate to call him a ‘Wolf’,
Or a ‘Hawk’ for that matter.
It symbolises a dignity he’d never,
Hope to smell for his own SHIT.
One would have expected the ‘Cunt’,
To show a little humility…
Instead he ‘Teabags’ us,
As we lay prone from his last strike.
Dips his balls in our mouth,
As we snore and gurgle, try to sleep.
One further humiliation,
To add to the growing list.
He’s gone and got me pissed.
So much so I’ve forgotten,
Poetic technique, and all I care about,
Is getting my anger across…
- COMMENTS
dcpoet44about 19 years agofunny.....but man it certainly did invite some instant rage!! a very clever way of venting. excellent job!!!
Bridget69about 19 years agoyou've really proven your point loud and clear. Just remember that you can't always go through life taking other people's crap.
My Erotic Taleabout 19 years agothe Eagles shit is just as messy and unwanted as the chicken shit <grin> opened up a can of worms, for exceptance is the key to tranquility and love is giving someone the power and knowledge to destroy you and trusting they won't but when it smells fishy ... it probably is.
loved your ranting poem <hehehey!>
