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Questions, Questions, Questions? - - - - A Nonsense Reason Re-Post
Authors Note: So this here poem. I am reposting it and deleting the original posting without the disclaimer. Apparently some assholes spread a rumour that the poem was about a member of DU. Now those who thought that and those who started that rumour need to learn to engage the one brain cell they have before typing or talking. Now I know the reason for the gossip, just more petty poisoning. But they and you need to re-read this poem or at least those who didn't get it the first time. It is clear from the text that the person in question I had been married to. If I am married to a member of DU, would she or he kindly pop by and say hi bring some chocolate and flowers. Jesus H Christmas WTF is wrong with you people. So to those that created the rumour I say in my broadest Scottish accent "Aw wau an tak yersel tae fuck!" if you're offended by that, Sorry, now you can fuck off, in short sharp jerky movements, or come round my house so I can give you a sore face or two. Anyone needing further clarification can fuck off too - learn to fuckin read ! man the things you have to do to protect you from cults - or is that a typo?
Have you ever made love to a cripple?
lets have a show of hands
have you ever made love to a cripple?
strangely there are no risen hands
there must be some one out there
ok! Nobody raise your hands
I understand
have you ever passionately kissed a cripple
or been genuinely in love with a cripple
or married a cripple when they were a cripple
come on these should not be difficult questions
have you ever been amorous in public with a cripple
strangely not a single hand
strangely I understand
ok! A more difficult question methinks
have you ever:
made love to a cripple,
passionately kissed a cripple,
married a cripple
when they were a cripple,
been amorous in public with a cripple,
been in love with a cripple
but you are too embarrassed to admit it
to horrified that your friends might find out
so scared that you erase any connection
despite your heart was in my heart
despite your hand was in my hand
I think I understand
but we did make love and passionately kissed
French with tongues and so many other places
we let our hands do the walking rough and gentle
both in orgasm exploring each others bodies
your perfect breasts by tongue and pinch
balls cupped my member licked and sucked
Such passion, such love, just a pretence
You walk away, leaving not trace to follow
as you follow into a new relationship quickly
nobody knows the intensity that was
no one ever will but you and me
I went from hero to zero in an instance
from saviour to the great ignored
from lover to road kill
left in limbo to die
sooner than need be
of Love and passion
after a fashion
the flames you fanned
that I'll never understand
#whoisreallycrippled
Have you ever made love to a cripple?
lets have a show of hands
have you ever made love to a cripple?
strangely there are no risen hands
there must be some one out there
ok! Nobody raise your hands
I understand
have you ever passionately kissed a cripple
or been genuinely in love with a cripple
or married a cripple when they were a cripple
come on these should not be difficult questions
have you ever been amorous in public with a cripple
strangely not a single hand
strangely I understand
ok! A more difficult question methinks
have you ever:
made love to a cripple,
passionately kissed a cripple,
married a cripple
when they were a cripple,
been amorous in public with a cripple,
been in love with a cripple
but you are too embarrassed to admit it
to horrified that your friends might find out
so scared that you erase any connection
despite your heart was in my heart
despite your hand was in my hand
I think I understand
but we did make love and passionately kissed
French with tongues and so many other places
we let our hands do the walking rough and gentle
both in orgasm exploring each others bodies
your perfect breasts by tongue and pinch
balls cupped my member licked and sucked
Such passion, such love, just a pretence
You walk away, leaving not trace to follow
as you follow into a new relationship quickly
nobody knows the intensity that was
no one ever will but you and me
I went from hero to zero in an instance
from saviour to the great ignored
from lover to road kill
left in limbo to die
sooner than need be
of Love and passion
after a fashion
the flames you fanned
that I'll never understand
#whoisreallycrippled
Published 23rd Sep 2018
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23rd Sep 2018 9:48pm
lovely write
what most see is the ugliness of the cripple not the beauty that lies within
when i was just a young boy knew a young lady that had palsy was all ways confine to a wheel chair her beauty shine through do not remember her last name first Louise as she live a few doors now from me back in the 50's
really enjoyed this write broth back old memories
what most see is the ugliness of the cripple not the beauty that lies within
when i was just a young boy knew a young lady that had palsy was all ways confine to a wheel chair her beauty shine through do not remember her last name first Louise as she live a few doors now from me back in the 50's
really enjoyed this write broth back old memories
25th Sep 2018 4:03am
Thank you I am so glad you were able to see real beauty through palsy and a wheelchair you are part of an elite minority :-)))
23rd Sep 2018 9:57pm
This hits hard...I feel that in my stomach. I have a friend who has cerebral palsy and I would never deny our friendship because I feel embarrassed. Some people would call him a freak...you know what?... I am a freak too...it's just on the inside...not visible. I have been denied and treated like a freak before, so I know how that feels. Bad enough if the body doesn't work well because that is a bitch...you don't need more shit from people.
18th Oct 2018 2:25am
yeah life is shit sometimes but then exposing then they may see the error of their ways. :-)))))))))))))))
Thank you :-)))))))))))
Thank you :-)))))))))))
Fer Chrissake... they are people... just like you and me...
And because of what they have lost , they are often gifted with far deeper insight than we could ever hope to possess...
Wanna see a ReaL FreaK? Look in the mirror...
because projecting our fears onto others only works for a little while...
the TRUTH always bubbles to the surface... like a fart in the bath tub... and there's no hiding from it. Ely
And because of what they have lost , they are often gifted with far deeper insight than we could ever hope to possess...
Wanna see a ReaL FreaK? Look in the mirror...
because projecting our fears onto others only works for a little while...
the TRUTH always bubbles to the surface... like a fart in the bath tub... and there's no hiding from it. Ely
18th Oct 2018 2:28am
LMAO @ farting in the bathtub
I may be half a man but I am more of a man that some who point the finger:-)
Thank you :-))))))))))))
I may be half a man but I am more of a man that some who point the finger:-)
Thank you :-))))))))))))
