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Unfazed
Instead of a man of peace and love, I have become a man of violence and revenge.
Hiawatha
You are really boring me…with your, once upon a time nursery rhymes
I’m still waiting to hear your manifesto of how you gonna take me down
Claim my crown
Just when I thought I found my little Sub teasing clit
A renegade Hoe who talks like she got balls and in her pants a hard dick
Mm... let me see
You got your head buried in a book of make believe
My stiletto still on your neck, listening to you wrench in pain while your gashes slowly bleed
I thought you knew how to play this strategic game
After you have been defamed
What did you do when I came for you, bloody, battered, you stuttered like a babbling fool
You pleaded, you begged, until your labored breaths became undone
Pissing, and shitting yourself, while I fist fucked you until I made you cum
Then strung your deranged ass up to add to my wicked fun
We are past the speeches, I gave you your just dew
Bitch you are dead, my Pitbull pissed on you then ate your remains like decomposing beef stew
Dead woman cannot talk or walk, I suppose you still having those earthly flashbacks
Festering with false revenge, because I fucked your ass up like a sweet kitty cat
Your bleeding ass still laying behind that yellow caution tape
In an abandoned warehouse, your body outlined in white chalk, immobile corpse, as CSI picture take
It’s time to clean me up for the court
Gee… tell me this bitch is six feet under, before I appear as the naïve Diva flying in from a Jamaica exclusive resort
I got you Sexy, it’s like old times that broad’s memories still crying for lost revenge from the grave
She’s just a dead bitch still trying to make some heatwaves
She won’t ever see the day of light, her throat I personally strangled and then her head my manchette repeatedly caved
Yeah, you right, I forget she was a mental bitch no wonder
One thing she knew before her last breath, I brought the bloody rain and the motherfucking thunder
Not to worry, she buried in an unmarked grave with no name
Your Honor, I do not know this missing person, who has caused her family such pain
Probably for the best if her father abused her without any shame
Acquitted... Gee, pay the judge
My record still clean for a dead bitch, I tortured, burned, killed, my reputation has never been smudged
Toddler tantrums holds no weight here, it only brings your sad ass tears
See, the different between a pussy and cunt
I am the one who fucks you quietly, and then will bring the fight upfront
You still taking about what your gonna do
My bullets have no names only discharged while your mouth steadily moves
What, you write some long drawn out Dear Abby love letter
From the last, not even better
You cannot even make me wetter
Bitch, you need to go back to the beginning
When your rage and not your soft heart was in it
You know my creed when I need the insanity of a cunt to appease my mental greed
Someone to entertain my mind, your sorry ass musing could not even provide the feed
You are a has been writing your own damn crime scene
You left out the part, when you begged me as I shanked your kidney and then gutted your spleen
Bring your delusions out that padded cell
And please do tell
How you gonna blow up my shit
Never, my stance is too legit
You still thinking about my next calculating move
Studying the book, Rhymes for Dummies is not an option taught in my school
Two wrongs don’t make shit right
Fuck that concept, bring me that ass I will let Gee fuck you all night
And then I will slit your throat in your coffin, yes, you fucking heard me right
Until you come at me to make me step off my throne
The only thing I can do is throw a dead bitch a bone
Continue to rot in hell you dead bitch, Oops, I forgot you cannot hear me… tell your father, Lucifer ... I will keep the sheets hot for him..
Hiawatha
You are really boring me…with your, once upon a time nursery rhymes
I’m still waiting to hear your manifesto of how you gonna take me down
Claim my crown
Just when I thought I found my little Sub teasing clit
A renegade Hoe who talks like she got balls and in her pants a hard dick
Mm... let me see
You got your head buried in a book of make believe
My stiletto still on your neck, listening to you wrench in pain while your gashes slowly bleed
I thought you knew how to play this strategic game
After you have been defamed
What did you do when I came for you, bloody, battered, you stuttered like a babbling fool
You pleaded, you begged, until your labored breaths became undone
Pissing, and shitting yourself, while I fist fucked you until I made you cum
Then strung your deranged ass up to add to my wicked fun
We are past the speeches, I gave you your just dew
Bitch you are dead, my Pitbull pissed on you then ate your remains like decomposing beef stew
Dead woman cannot talk or walk, I suppose you still having those earthly flashbacks
Festering with false revenge, because I fucked your ass up like a sweet kitty cat
Your bleeding ass still laying behind that yellow caution tape
In an abandoned warehouse, your body outlined in white chalk, immobile corpse, as CSI picture take
It’s time to clean me up for the court
Gee… tell me this bitch is six feet under, before I appear as the naïve Diva flying in from a Jamaica exclusive resort
I got you Sexy, it’s like old times that broad’s memories still crying for lost revenge from the grave
She’s just a dead bitch still trying to make some heatwaves
She won’t ever see the day of light, her throat I personally strangled and then her head my manchette repeatedly caved
Yeah, you right, I forget she was a mental bitch no wonder
One thing she knew before her last breath, I brought the bloody rain and the motherfucking thunder
Not to worry, she buried in an unmarked grave with no name
Your Honor, I do not know this missing person, who has caused her family such pain
Probably for the best if her father abused her without any shame
Acquitted... Gee, pay the judge
My record still clean for a dead bitch, I tortured, burned, killed, my reputation has never been smudged
Toddler tantrums holds no weight here, it only brings your sad ass tears
See, the different between a pussy and cunt
I am the one who fucks you quietly, and then will bring the fight upfront
You still taking about what your gonna do
My bullets have no names only discharged while your mouth steadily moves
What, you write some long drawn out Dear Abby love letter
From the last, not even better
You cannot even make me wetter
Bitch, you need to go back to the beginning
When your rage and not your soft heart was in it
You know my creed when I need the insanity of a cunt to appease my mental greed
Someone to entertain my mind, your sorry ass musing could not even provide the feed
You are a has been writing your own damn crime scene
You left out the part, when you begged me as I shanked your kidney and then gutted your spleen
Bring your delusions out that padded cell
And please do tell
How you gonna blow up my shit
Never, my stance is too legit
You still thinking about my next calculating move
Studying the book, Rhymes for Dummies is not an option taught in my school
Two wrongs don’t make shit right
Fuck that concept, bring me that ass I will let Gee fuck you all night
And then I will slit your throat in your coffin, yes, you fucking heard me right
Until you come at me to make me step off my throne
The only thing I can do is throw a dead bitch a bone
Continue to rot in hell you dead bitch, Oops, I forgot you cannot hear me… tell your father, Lucifer ... I will keep the sheets hot for him..
Published 5th Feb 2021
Author's Note
Okay… I have resided in the belly of the beast far too long... it has been so invigorating, and fun for me to allow my dark poetry to fester unrestricted, and unedited, which at times, I choose not to convey in depth.. My Chakras unbalancing are demanding it and strongly requiring it….grrrr
SKC
SKC
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5th Feb 2021 4:21am
One awesome write ready to give you a hand on the next party that try's to take your throne got your back my queen
5th Feb 2021 5:27am
Ahh.. thank you my friend for taking the time to read and then adding such an encouraging comment, however, please be advise, I look upon these hilarious kitty musings as sport and play, nothing more and nothing less. You know my principles to keep me mentally grounded will always be led by my spirituality and It feels so darn good to express myself as a poetess, without the Nun Runner Series, which are now mini-productions. I will restart my second semester of school on 02-09-21, therefore, I will be getting back to my educational grind in due time.. I am in Chicago, and it is snowy and chilly
Please enjoy the reminder of your evening and may a beautiful greet your presence on Friday (TGIF)
Please enjoy the reminder of your evening and may a beautiful greet your presence on Friday (TGIF)
You are one hot sexy she devil with this poem. Keep on writing my Erotic Queen of Love.
5th Feb 2021 5:06am
Listen to you my handsome poet... Hey, you cannot call an Angel a Devil ... lol.. however, I do alright...wink. And thank you for reading and the encouraging comment, it is very much appreciated in regards to the subject sensitive matter... I am SweetKittyCat... and I strongly approve your message. Please have a super duper evening and a blissful Friday (TGIF)
5th Feb 2021 7:02am
You are a very sexy angel whose mind, body, and spirit I want to pleasure all night long.
