The food is good.
The clothes are good.
The girl is good to me.
The sex with her is even better,
so why not fuck her
even if she is bleeding.
She has it good.
I live a good life.
I have got it good.
So I left the
fucking bitch.
She need me bad;
so she lets me fuck
her all I want.
Screaming because I am
to good at fucking her.
I am a good man.
She carries my child,
now that is good.
She is now my my
good little house wife.
Author notes
this was inspired by a girl I once loved but we never had a relationship. so this was just one of my dream wishes for us.
A contest entry
- LOVE: Made for Each Other by Shenanigans.
1000 points, ended December 15, 2007, 20 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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this is a little warped.../crude.../i don't know what. It's not a bad poem or anything, it's just kind of...degrading? I mean, calling someone a "fucking bitch" and "my good little house wife" doesn't really sound like "love" to me, but to each his own... Anyway, I'm judging tomorrow, so good luck in the contest.
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