Iniquitous passions
Are igniting the scene
Bloodcurdling scandal
Hear the bitch scream
They brought her to the whipping stone
She's every man's dream
Blonde with breasts built to last
This is NOW, not the past
Did you get lucky?
Did you get your thrill?
Did you get your two-four?
Did you take your pill?
Love is a jungle
Lust's where it's at
Alcohol buzzkill
Just don't get fat
Conflicted Evil
A man on the roof
Don't doubt his sanity
His leaping's the proof
The crowd all goes crazy
Like a rockstar's in flight
He lands on a buick
Oh! What a night!
Seasons of Evil
Love junkie die
Skeleton lover
I will not cry
Your blood and your tears
Mean nothing to me
For I am The Reaper
And I ride for free
By: C. L. Johnstone
A contest entry
- No place to put it..... by Menace.
2250 points, ended December 11, 2007, 32 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Society is bleeding...do you prefer realism or fantasy in poetry?
Comments
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I prefer realism....
This seems to have a touch of both. This is very unique and pulls the reader in nicely. Not what I expected by the title, but good none the less.
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