Submissions by passingon
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Just believe the tv baby
don’t think about who chooses the news
and what they have to gain or loose
and never question whose paying who
yeah just believe the tv baby
don’t ask for in-depth analysis
or wish the interviewer took a risk
or hope that truth was not dismissed
yeah just believe the tv baby
take apart the news-hour script
and ask how much real news was it
and what was just alarmist shit
thrown down to keep you where you sit
with pointless scenes of body bags
and starving hags
and drunken lads
and fashion slags ...
and what they have to gain or loose
and never question whose paying who
yeah just believe the tv baby
don’t ask for in-depth analysis
or wish the interviewer took a risk
or hope that truth was not dismissed
yeah just believe the tv baby
take apart the news-hour script
and ask how much real news was it
and what was just alarmist shit
thrown down to keep you where you sit
with pointless scenes of body bags
and starving hags
and drunken lads
and fashion slags ...
863 reads
6 Comments
Wet weaponry
I love a man who says two words a day
one “you”, one “stay”
not for me the men who say they ‘get me’
and secretly hate me
for my distain
of them
of men
but rather a man who takes me so well
I whisper spells
into his chest
and tie my limbs around his warmth
responding to ancient chemistry
with the wet weaponry
of me
I love a man who can undress my bodywithout spilling his drink
and knows the way to lay me down on thefloor
on my island of open books
to flay me with his needs
and not close even one
so the...
one “you”, one “stay”
not for me the men who say they ‘get me’
and secretly hate me
for my distain
of them
of men
but rather a man who takes me so well
I whisper spells
into his chest
and tie my limbs around his warmth
responding to ancient chemistry
with the wet weaponry
of me
I love a man who can undress my bodywithout spilling his drink
and knows the way to lay me down on thefloor
on my island of open books
to flay me with his needs
and not close even one
so the...
1233 reads
7 Comments
I pity men
I pity men
And their dangling meat-and-two-veg appendages
That they mistake for personalities
I pity men
And their ridiculous bro-love worship
Of sporting heroes they wish they were
But aren’t
And never will be
As long as the couch and alcohol and tv
Are the drug of choice
I pity men
Who get to 40 and realize
Their status symbols are fools gold
And are acquired only through money
Which is attained, for most
By being slaves
To the working week
I pity men
Who place great store
In...
And their dangling meat-and-two-veg appendages
That they mistake for personalities
I pity men
And their ridiculous bro-love worship
Of sporting heroes they wish they were
But aren’t
And never will be
As long as the couch and alcohol and tv
Are the drug of choice
I pity men
Who get to 40 and realize
Their status symbols are fools gold
And are acquired only through money
Which is attained, for most
By being slaves
To the working week
I pity men
Who place great store
In...
768 reads
8 Comments
Alcohol armour
love is the word you use to betray
love is the word you use to trap
love is the word you use
when the fist
is resting
do they ever ask you, at work, why your knuckles look bruised so?
they must think you are
a real tough guy
out slaying wrongs
every night of the week
such a brave knight, in your alcohol armour
put away your love, my lover
before it kills
me
love is the word you use to trap
love is the word you use
when the fist
is resting
do they ever ask you, at work, why your knuckles look bruised so?
they must think you are
a real tough guy
out slaying wrongs
every night of the week
such a brave knight, in your alcohol armour
put away your love, my lover
before it kills
me
845 reads
6 Comments
One cheating c**t
I’m a jet death mother-fucker with cuntsfor eyes
I’ve smoked satans pole and I’ve cum in hiseyes
I’m out here laying in the black of yourmind
Fucking with your pink bits one more time
I’m nobodies lover and every ones slut
Your mind is my doorway when reason is shut
When the race isn’t over I’m well out infront
But if ever I win one I’m one cheating cunt
Take what I give you or run like a bitch
If my hate was money the world’d be rich
Lay back and love what I spray on thesepages
And I’ll go down a history, a bitch for theages
I’ve smoked satans pole and I’ve cum in hiseyes
I’m out here laying in the black of yourmind
Fucking with your pink bits one more time
I’m nobodies lover and every ones slut
Your mind is my doorway when reason is shut
When the race isn’t over I’m well out infront
But if ever I win one I’m one cheating cunt
Take what I give you or run like a bitch
If my hate was money the world’d be rich
Lay back and love what I spray on thesepages
And I’ll go down a history, a bitch for theages
1000 reads
9 Comments
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