Submissions by chump
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
My anger, like a shield, must be penetrated to see the real me unless I am only more of the same...
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Jul 2016 3:36pm
17th Jul 2016 3:36pm
listen
i'll speak plain
so i don't need to explain
my eloquence with pain
with prize winning modesty
i'll force feed your curiosity
wisdom is of no cost to me
so i don't need to explain
my eloquence with pain
with prize winning modesty
i'll force feed your curiosity
wisdom is of no cost to me
541 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Jul 2016 3:09pm
17th Jul 2016 3:09pm
devil
point the whites of your eyes
at the pink of her thighs
let them chew the disguise
the devil is just her size
at the pink of her thighs
let them chew the disguise
the devil is just her size
524 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Jul 2016 1:48pm
16th Jul 2016 1:48pm
skin and bones
when skin and bones she was beautiful
at grubbing ding-dongs she was dutiful
now cellulite, she has a booty full
at grubbing ding-dongs she was dutiful
now cellulite, she has a booty full
554 reads
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Jul 2016 00:12am
16th Jul 2016 00:12am
HELL NO
why should i feel
roll like a wheel
slip like a peel
pig like a squeal
re-shuffle the deal
new kharma to steal
feast my next meal
live something real
now that has appeal
roll like a wheel
slip like a peel
pig like a squeal
re-shuffle the deal
new kharma to steal
feast my next meal
live something real
now that has appeal
599 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Jul 2016 11:25pm
15th Jul 2016 11:25pm
a girl and her gun
what do you fear when what they fear is you
are you who'd be standing when the fight is through
if you looked in the future your children would be too
nature intended
its genes be deffended
on superiority it depended
nature would say
the big man has his way
one thing makes a difference today
how many fights
how many dark nights
how many streets with no lights
when the violence was done
was not the man who had won
the victor the girl and her gun.
are you who'd be standing when the fight is through
if you looked in the future your children would be too
nature intended
its genes be deffended
on superiority it depended
nature would say
the big man has his way
one thing makes a difference today
how many fights
how many dark nights
how many streets with no lights
when the violence was done
was not the man who had won
the victor the girl and her gun.
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
14th Jul 2016 7:24pm
14th Jul 2016 7:24pm
god's last chance
while ive never approved
of the world he has moved
nor seen eye to eye
with the lights in the sky
i see all the greed
and all of the need
for more than chance or even or odd
to fight human evil we built a good god
its all so unfair
can he really be there
so i put to the test
which one of us is best
no im not the devil
its gods will to dishevel
so while he got his kicks
i made a bargain to fix
all this pain so rife
i would trade my life
the boy in the bed that cant go to school
his mother sits crying wiping...
of the world he has moved
nor seen eye to eye
with the lights in the sky
i see all the greed
and all of the need
for more than chance or even or odd
to fight human evil we built a good god
its all so unfair
can he really be there
so i put to the test
which one of us is best
no im not the devil
its gods will to dishevel
so while he got his kicks
i made a bargain to fix
all this pain so rife
i would trade my life
the boy in the bed that cant go to school
his mother sits crying wiping...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Jul 2016 8:49pm
13th Jul 2016 8:49pm
breathing in the dust of greed
blue dome
my home
cant roam
needles in the foam
signs
fines
crimes
deaf mimes
its all wrong
no song
no bong
short light dark long
greed enslaves
everyone craves
corpse in the waves
crash on our graves
peace slipped from hand
glass in the sand
wounded sky around land
consequences grand
our apathy trust
possessions our thrust
oblivion with gust
we'll even trample our dust...
my home
cant roam
needles in the foam
signs
fines
crimes
deaf mimes
its all wrong
no song
no bong
short light dark long
greed enslaves
everyone craves
corpse in the waves
crash on our graves
peace slipped from hand
glass in the sand
wounded sky around land
consequences grand
our apathy trust
possessions our thrust
oblivion with gust
we'll even trample our dust...
523 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Jul 2016 3:17pm
13th Jul 2016 3:17pm
mammary secretions
tell the man he needs a wife
tell the horse he needs a saddle
do we owe the past our life
float down the river throw out our paddle
should i not complain
you advance i remain
stereotype me from the past
your fabulous image changing so fast
we'll be shakin to the rapper
renamed lawrence welk
its too late now to slap her
the future is all about the milk
tell the horse he needs a saddle
do we owe the past our life
float down the river throw out our paddle
should i not complain
you advance i remain
stereotype me from the past
your fabulous image changing so fast
we'll be shakin to the rapper
renamed lawrence welk
its too late now to slap her
the future is all about the milk
564 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Jul 2016 3:29am
10th Jul 2016 3:29am
cookie fetish
good $elling cookie$
girl $cout$ are pretty in tent$
no cookie$ for boys
girl $cout$ are pretty in tent$
no cookie$ for boys
543 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Jun 2016 00:31am
30th Jun 2016 00:31am
the lions and me (part 2)
she couldnt start at the top, on logic, the he king would prop. at the beginning, her delusions he would stop. she looked for the reasons he could hold his own. she decided it was because he was grown.so in the ear of the prince the queen did moan. about matters of gender and equality's splendor. in fact she wouldnt leave it alone. she looked to the day she would have her way with a he that a she raised on the throne.
579 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Jun 2016 2:50pm
29th Jun 2016 2:50pm
the lions and me (part 1)
The day had come when the lion's were at peace. The he's and she's lived at ease but envy came like a disease. It started first with the she's with cubs that had cubs. The first of the she's who's fur the wrong way the he rubs. He had put down his claws he had put down clubs he loves the feel of his fur when she rubs. She didn't feel grand when he opened his hand because he still ruled the land. His size and his strength she didn't take light but this wouldn't be this kind of fight. The she's would stand it for now and endure their true plight but would withhold and then whisper all through...
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