Yeah...I did it.

No prose....
Poetry form please....

You are a famous criminal.....
Tell your story in all your glory!
You feel justified...
And love every word....
Every flash of camera
As you relive the thrilling minutes....

Use one of these songs as inspiration....if you like....
Wit and humor will go a long way.....

No More Questions...Easy E

Cell block tango...from Chicago..

https://youtu.be/qrrz54UtkCc


When I was writing this post my phone went out before I was done....I actually didn't know it went up....

But ..I would have put in the rules no accounts of Rape or Pedophilia....please. I am a survivor of both...not all would offend me, but the lines are too blurry to even try to define it.

Hillbilly Knockoff Lockup Love
I had been hit..    
The durned cashier at the gas station i knocked off was ornerier than i had given him credit for.    
   
I fell hard that night...Twice.    
The first at gunshot..BANG!!    
I went down in splash of neon yellow Mt. Dew, orange corn nuts (barbeque)    
And wads of my fisted pretty cold hard green cash....    
The bills fluttered up and around and settled on top of my body, now ooozing red...    
"Oh my Gawd! Whut have i done?!"    
I heard a mans voice shout..    
Then i realized my head was being held up by the ornery cashier..    
Our eyes met..magic.    
And i swear those eyes were the color of a razzberry slushee...    
   
"That wuz the saddest, purtiest thang i have ever seen M'amm. It looks like i shot a bag of rainbow skittles..and them 67 dollars looked like green butterflies flew round and landed on you. Please forgive me for shootin you in the gut..."    
My gut said to scream..    
"You shot me for 67 dollars you giant dick!!" But i had very little gut left..    
And he started to cry the most beautiful, sincere slushee tears..    
   
They dropped down on my cheeks,    
Like a razzberry elixer of life..    
And i knew i would live.    
I reached up for him...    
And his sweet dumb face came down and kissed me.    
I heard music..    
   
Well, at first i thought it was music..    
Then we both recognized the sirens.    
"No!! I can hide you! I love you!" he wailed....    
I held my finger to his mouth, "shh..."  
"Then baby, bring bail and marry me."    
The cops came in and pulled my love away..    
I felt so alone...    
Was momentary chaos, pain and handcuffs, but not in a pleasurable way..    
Then, i heard some shouts of celebration..    
And some man saying "Bubbah's got himself engaged!"    
"To who?"    
"To the suspect!"    
"Bubbah she is purty! Congradulations!"    
   
They all kindly allowed Bubbah to ride with me in the back of the ambulance..    
Said it was the proper thang to do..    
And finally, after they got me all hooked up to some morphine, and what not..    
   
They pulled the curtain between the cab and the rear and we were alone.    
"M'amm i am now gonna make sweet love to my future wife.."    
And he took me there..    
   
It was an exciting ride!    
The sirens blaring,  
Handcuffed to a rollin bed, again..
He got me right good on a couple of the faster coners...
"Oh Buhhbah!"    
"Yes M'amm!"    
"Call me Jen and fuck me deep!"    
"Are you kinky, or is that your name?!"    
"Both.!"    
"OH YEAH JEN!"    
My new love diddled my didi good and hard...    
We came simultaneously and then with a giant head rush..    
From fantastic orgasm...  
The excitement of the evening..    
And loss of blood..    

Written by calamitygin (Jennifer Michael McCurry)

.:ANOTHER ONE OF THOSE ORANGE-SUIT CASES:.

Hold Da Door - Hold Da Door
Orange -Suited Man, him
in the corridor

Right alongside
he’s got a
few Whitewalkers

::Disorder stalkers::

Trained to treat the ill
Especially the type found unbound
wound up for
the kill.

This Orange Suited Man,
him had a crazed grin
Both the sheikhs & the flakes
Both believe he’s of
The Jinn

The Warden, him sayin,
“We gotta move him again, he
needs more of that
time in”

So back to isolation, the
place where he had
been

See, O.S. Man with his foot
he had just broke Homie’s jaw.
Seems Homie had told him
told him to step aside or
he’d surely take
a fall.

that was “The Call”

this macho-style, every
once inna while
happens
different places on
The Block.

Where a
Joker steps up
him thinkin that.. his

that his is the Biggest Cock

This Homie
must’ve been crazy or
him just didn’t know.  This O.S. Man
he wasn’t slow or feelin Homie’s show
O.S. he spun around, lifted his leg,
and right then we heard The Crack
Homie’s Face now contorted as
he dropped like a potato sack.

O.S. Man said, “Understand, I ain’t feeling none-of-that!!”

Then he
picked him up,
smacked his butt
sayin, “YO ass is out-of- Whack”

So, Hold Da Door - Hold Da Door,
here comes The Orange -Suited Man
This one thru the corridor just as
briskly as one can.
Alongside, front and
back a few Whitewalkers  

but unlike O.S. Man
they not-Bedtime Tuckers.
They here to escort O.S. Man
Place him back in isolation... Wherein
every so often
almost like a coffin
Just a pissed off situ..
- vacation









....

On lifted truck hoods I sit

On douche bags I shit

To my friends I am legit

To authority I am a culprit

Notorious in my ways

I make it through the days

I'm a criminal in their eyes

A vigilante in disguise

I am the D Bag Shit Kidd

👌

Oh! Excited to see entries...I didn't think this got posted....long dumb story...

Will be reading and enjoying soon! Thanks guys....

Krit!

Oh I really loved this piece...
I love the phonetic spelling so you can really hear a voice...

I dig the repitition...
Using the acronym...
You have great dark humor laced through here...



But unlike
this O.S. Man
they not-Bedtime Tuckers.
They here to escort O.S. Man
Place him back in isolation... Whereas
every so often
almost like a coffin...
Just a pissed off sit
- vacation

Nice.

Thanks so much!

Nicolassy....

You have a strong character voice going here...
It really carries a lot of creepy in it's brevity..
Not a dude I'd want to be around fasho...

Thanks so much for a great entry...

Luna...

Doll, I know I didn't have it in the rules when you posted this....
But I am not taking entries about rape. I wont ask you to take it down....not my style...
I just do not find anything funny or sexy about it...it is deeply personal to me.
......This is nothing personal towards you, nor do I think the piece you submitted was bad.
I do appreciate your time and effort. Thanks doll....

These are not tears,
I am not sad.
With blood pouring down my hands...
Dripping on the floor like a leaking faucet.
I can’t feel any of this shattered glass.
Its as if my rage is some sort of pain medicine.
The cuts on your neck
The slashes on your face...
I knew I had to do something double-quick.
You were too strong, too quick...
I couldn’t do what I did to the others to you.
You don’t fit my story.
Your just a random score.
Maybe I was bored.

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HITMAN
( a film noir confession )
A Hepcat61 & Jade-Pandora collaboration

1
I grab his pistol
rubbing its cold steel into
where it sends me there

      she knows it’s my way—  
      hard steel in her waiting hands
      glad she likes my gun
                          

2
I wonder if it's
loaded, thrilling even when,
heart, I know better
                    
      she moves ev'ry part
      considering the danger—  
      heart wants what heart wants
                              

3
bitter and tartness
sweet and savory blending,
joining skin to skin
                    
      once tasting hot smoke
      there's only one true path, sight
      body, mind, motion
                              

4
incognito— where
he hides on the run from, and
intensely returns
                  
      quickly to that room
      when to enter and retreat
      deep in her hideout
                              

5
what kind of hit man
leaves such evidence around
oozing and unclaimed
                    
      she’s better at this—  
      the set-up and the take-down
      we’ll need the “cleaner”
                              

6
what lover leaves me
hanging, suspended, waiting
for one digit's worth
                      
      shots ring in the dark—  
      don’t wait to see body twitch
      always on the run
                              

7
his averted eyes
speak volumes of his nature
leaving fingerprints
                    
     the crime scene body
     I look away but remain—  
     hope she brought the cuffs
                              
  
  
Preview piece: stock photo - Gloria Graham

TarnishedMom said:These are not tears,
I am not sad.
With blood pouring down my hands...
Dripping on the floor like a leaking faucet.
I can’t feel any of this shattered glass.
Its as if my rage is some sort of pain medicine.
The cuts on your neck
The slashes on your face...
I knew I had to do something double-quick.
You were too strong, too quick...
I couldn’t do what I did to the others to you.
You don’t fit my story.
Your just a random score.
Maybe I was bored.

Oh my Gosh darlin..
I am misty eyed..chin quiver...
A powerfully written piece..

Thank you so much...❤

1
I grab his pistol
rubbing its cold steel into
where it sends me there

     she knows it’s my way—  
     hard steel in her waiting hands
     glad she likes my gun
                         

Growlin dove and Hep...

Oh what wonderful give and take of thought...progression of emotion and paranoid thoughts intruding into this "smokin" scene here...

Oh yes...loved...and sings film noir...
Goosebumpy what I hoped to see!

Mashed bloody potato


We started with a romantic dinner.

I wanted to lick his feet
and then cut his fingers off one by one,
wherever I put my tongue on
I want it dead later on.

I wanted to lick his eyes
and then pull them off one by one,
wherever I put my tongue on
I want it dead later on.

I wanted to lick his lips
and then winkle them out,
half an hour the upper lip
and just for a minute the lower one,
wherever I put my tongue on
I want it dead later on.

I wanted to lick his chest,
his armholes to be my tongue’s rasp,
and then rub them off with an incorrect bite,
wherever I put my tongue on
I want it dead later on.

In my plate was left this mashed potato
kind of yellow and white but still warm,
I put in my mouth and kept it open
you could see my tongue writhing
you could see his pump palpitating.

I had my tongue-gun prepared
fuck the feet, fuck the eyes
the lips will be needed to elevate the scream
the chest and the armholes I need them on
so I can grab him and throw him away later on
what I needed now was to see a hard on
now that my mouth was a chiffon.

In front of my face, I have my happy victim
in front of my tongue, I have a hungry meat
blood is missing from my hot mashed potato
a sudden bite and a pull back of my head
my delicious crime will make me fat again,
wherever I put my tongue on
I want it dead later on.

We ended with a sexy dinner after all.

Art you fucking freak! Lol

Greek Psycho? You have been into the Easton Ellis again haven't you!?

This was a ball...thanks!

An extremely talented author and new Member here....Andrew Darlington...
Will be co hosting me in this comp...

Come on guys! This could be a fun one...let your mind go nuts with imagination of the orneriest kind!