The You Choose Challenge

Welfare mama

Childbirth is the way you make your pay
Raising them's a pain cuz the dad won't stay
You scream in the store so your kids can hear you
You scream at your kids cuz there's nothing to do
You now have your own labor room
And you have revolving door on your womb
Everyone voted for Obama
You have your claim to fame
As a welfare mama

In your whole life you never had to work a day
You get all your shit free on medicaid
Five hundred pounds and you smell like cheese
And you do pretty much anything you damn well please
You have your own delivery station
You give birth by automation
Your body's shaped just like a comma
You have your way to stay
As a welfare mama

A scooter and some cheese and your on your way
You'd get knocked up again but you can't get laid
Your house smells like day old Fritos
You never made it out of the ghetto
Your body's a sight best unseen
Bow to the gods of Jimmy Dean
Your life is filled with stupid drama
You have your day to waste
As a welfare mama

for the love of gold


getting down on one knee he
offers the ring of eternity
laden with fine carrots
dazzling her eyes,she cries

knowingly he wipes her eyes
its beautiful she says and sighs
long live love,long live love

lets not forget the price
spare a thought for the children's plight

Addicted

Bitch quit walking around with your head held high
Turn your back he's pretty sligh
Can't you see him trembling from withdrawals
He's an addict about to fall
I need his dick,my tight little pussy he craves
I just turned into his slave
on my knees on the floor
in need to be his whore
He sticks it in
OH-MY-GOD this is a SIN
he stops me there and from my hair
pulls me into that fucking chair
legs wide open he begins to feast like a fucking rabid beast
nails dig deep
as he fucking sticks it in
he pounds me harder and faster
one more thrust and we both combust
HIGH as fuck, bitch, he thinks he's in heaven
one things for sure he'll be back tomorrow around seven.

My Happiness
In a room, shrouded in darkness
you scream
and cry.
Your tears
dripping off your face,
mixing in with the
puddle of blood on the floor.
I put the blade to your wrist,
slicing your flesh.
Fresh blood running to the floor.
I can't help but grin and moan
at your screams of agony filling
the empyt, dark room.
The blade slices deeper,
the blood runs heavier,
your screams mixed with my moans
grow louder,
until....
you stop screaming.
All is silent
except for my
heavy breathing,
and the countinuos
drip of your blood,
falling to the floor.
I hear you take your last shuddering breath.
I grin.
I leave the room with the happiest thought in my head:
I made you suffer like you made me suffer.  
This is my entertainment,
my happiness.  

can i submit more than one

[quote]Kayla Moreau said:
can i submit more than one




Yes you can, you can post as many as you want to each category

What the fuck am i supposed to be?
 
 
Do i have to be a complete Bitch in order to be treated well?  
''Give me this. Buy me that. Hand over your wallet.    
Oh, and i want orgasms. Multiple orgasms, and Plenty of them''  
 
Maybe i should spend my time laying on my back  
for man, after man, after man in the vain hope    
that one of them may see me as more than just a fuck  
(eventually)  
 
How about i become cold and heartless?  
They do say 'Treat em' mean, Keep em' keen'.  
 
Maybe i should become a shivering wreck every time a man  
looks in my direction, crying and blabbing on about all of my  
pain and anguish, so maybe one of them might  
feel enough pity for me, that he might stick around.  
(even just for a month or two)  
 
Do i act all dumb and vulnerable?    
''oh please take care of me, i am incapable of looking after myself.  
Protect me please from the big scary world''    
I know how a lot of men just LOVE a woman who  
cannot possibly survive without a big, strong hand.  
 
Do i go buy bigger tits?    
Permanently pout?  
pretend to be what they want me to be?  
 
Shit.    
 
I happen to be none of those things. But maybe i should try!  
After all, being just 'me' does not seem to 'cut it'.  
 
Is it so bad that i am just a simple girl who wont ask for much?  
Is it so horrifying that i believe in love and give it unconditionally?  
Does the fact that i have my own mind and am quite capable of  
giving myself those damn multiple orgasms make me a bad person?  
 
Here is my question to you Mother nature...  
 
What the fuck where you thinking when you made women like me..  
Was it some sort of joke? A cosmic 'fuck you' to all the Good girls  
on your earth?    
 
Well i shout (with two fingers)    Fuck you too.  
 
 
 
It's true what they say.. Nice girls finish last.  
 

As they say in the hood Tammy, you WENT in on these challenges.