Submissions by filthydee
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I enjoy reading and writing filth, crud, erotica, adult stories, and dirty poems.
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
6th Aug 2017 10:34pm
6th Aug 2017 10:34pm
Grandma 'Sexpot' Jones
676 reads
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DRUGS POEM
Published
2nd May 2017 12:58pm
2nd May 2017 12:58pm
Coastal Joy Ride
yo,
my tailor fitted khaki slacks
be huggin on muh nutsack
it’s a long ride
down the coast
in me Cadillac
smoking on a ball a crack
n feel my heart’s bout to tack
sub-lingual, down a tab
pulled out my fanny pack
gave this bag a real zip
felt muh grip start to slip
s-curve sent muh ride
up river with a flip
now um out
on my back
rivers cutting no slack
murky ass depths
be squi-shin
on muh cataracts
my tailor fitted khaki slacks
be huggin on muh nutsack
it’s a long ride
down the coast
in me Cadillac
smoking on a ball a crack
n feel my heart’s bout to tack
sub-lingual, down a tab
pulled out my fanny pack
gave this bag a real zip
felt muh grip start to slip
s-curve sent muh ride
up river with a flip
now um out
on my back
rivers cutting no slack
murky ass depths
be squi-shin
on muh cataracts
526 reads
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SONG LYRICS
Published
1st May 2017 12:05pm
1st May 2017 12:05pm
Rap it up Grandma
muh grandma took a beating
at the hands of the police
she was covered… in bruises
but you know that was the least
of her problems,
yeah, she suffers from gout
never voices her concerns
grams you gotta let it out
she’s got cancer…
you know what i’m saying?…
no, health insurance
she be doing some praying
and some futuristic healing
on the holistic tip..
n’ 2 days later
we all said RIP
RIP grams
one love
at the hands of the police
she was covered… in bruises
but you know that was the least
of her problems,
yeah, she suffers from gout
never voices her concerns
grams you gotta let it out
she’s got cancer…
you know what i’m saying?…
no, health insurance
she be doing some praying
and some futuristic healing
on the holistic tip..
n’ 2 days later
we all said RIP
RIP grams
one love
556 reads
2 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
30th Apr 2017 10:28pm
30th Apr 2017 10:28pm
Dinner With Uncle Johnny
486 reads
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
30th Apr 2017 1:34pm
30th Apr 2017 1:34pm
Accepting Fate
Greg heard tornado sirens in the distance…pressure loomed.
His dog’s Matey and Steve were licking themselves into a frenzy on his new burgundy leather sofa.
Greg was a man accustomed to facing fears. So, he showed no reaction, or mercy to the pending doom of the twister.
Presently, the dogs switched positions and began to sniff each other much more deeply, savouring every moment. They reveled in the glory of a sniff while dying in the raging twister.
Greg’s face betrayed his despondence as he died.
His dog’s Matey and Steve were licking themselves into a frenzy on his new burgundy leather sofa.
Greg was a man accustomed to facing fears. So, he showed no reaction, or mercy to the pending doom of the twister.
Presently, the dogs switched positions and began to sniff each other much more deeply, savouring every moment. They reveled in the glory of a sniff while dying in the raging twister.
Greg’s face betrayed his despondence as he died.
530 reads
2 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
30th Apr 2017 1:32pm
30th Apr 2017 1:32pm
The High Road
Jake Stevens was a two bit hood outta Kansas city. He never knew his father.
Jake’s mother, Darla, was a truck stop whore who gave it up for loose change, long rides, and mentholated cigarettes.
Jake was a bonus from one of Darla’s rig-hauling tricks. She’d mentioned that Jake’s likely father was a pleasant enough fellow who’d treated her as good as a whore deserved.
Daddy drove off in his big rig with a smile on his face and ass on his breath.
Jake was surly as they come.
Jake’s mother, Darla, was a truck stop whore who gave it up for loose change, long rides, and mentholated cigarettes.
Jake was a bonus from one of Darla’s rig-hauling tricks. She’d mentioned that Jake’s likely father was a pleasant enough fellow who’d treated her as good as a whore deserved.
Daddy drove off in his big rig with a smile on his face and ass on his breath.
Jake was surly as they come.
574 reads
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EROTIC POEM
Published
29th Apr 2017 1:59pm
29th Apr 2017 1:59pm
Einstein: Hard Science and Hot Loads
759 reads
4 Comments
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