Do you really have to be the ice queen intellectual or the slut whore? Isn't there some way to be both?
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Cheater Cheater
Cheater cheater,
pumpkin eater,
liar liar
pants on fire
honey honey
it aint funny
slut slut
spill your guts
skank skank
close your pants
whore whore
cant give no more
lust lust
no more trust
worry worry
youre not sorry
poem by Jess Terry
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The DirtyWhore
The Dirty Whore
Whore whore whore the dirty little whore
With her heavy hips and juicy lips
She is bound by her pimp who gives her, her daily dose
Crack Coke heroine or lsd
In them she her emotions pores
Whore whore whore the dirty little whore
As she tickles your dick and gives you new kicks
Biting down your balls to take it all
She massages your chest as she bears her breasts
Coming close yet staying a far
As her panties she removes to make new moves
Saddeling up your prick up and down she rolls
Whore whore whore the dirty little whore
Her job is tough her beat is rough
Pimps and pushers her companions at night
She dines with gangsters and cops alike
Getting paid well and getting beaten at times
Taking pills to giving new thrills
Whore whore whore the dirty little whore
Either at street corners, in bazaar's or mandi's
My friends you are bound to meet this raandi
500 for a blow 5000 for a shag
She even carries rubbers in her bag
To please you is her job
But you of your morality she will rob
Beware of the whore the dirty little whore
poem by Anuj Tikku
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Get a Name
'I am not a slut, tramp or whore.
I am selective when I lay down,
With those who acquire fame.'
So what are you saying?
How should I interpret your words?
'Get a name and make it big.
And there will be no need for interpretation.
For services rendered you will pay, that's it! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Queen
The French Queen
Offered cake to the hungry
Marie Antoinette
The English Queen
Lost her head for her King
Anne Boleyn
The Russian Queen with no children
Loved cats a lot
Catherine the Great
The Queen of Sidewalks
Fell asleep at work
City Whore
The Queen of Computers
Fell asleep at the keyboard
Her identity is protected
poem by Jankovic Zoran
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Whore Stories
What were they to do?
Two in love...
And busted.
Downsized to be laid.
Not a dime between them saved,
But needs gave in to temptation.
And yet,
They wanted to keep their passions kept...
In a condo about to be foreclosed.
A firestorm descended,
And ended their lifestyle quick.
Losing a happiness and glory...
The beginning of the ever spinning,
Whore Stories.
She slept with him.
And did not care...
She was both a slut and a has been,
With eccentric flair.
She's a trick
Making a quick sex visit.
And he got his off and split!
He did his thing.
That he did.
With one night stands,
Flings and other street 'things'.
Hoping to take the sting,
Out of his broken heart.
Worn on a musty sleeve.
And reeking of alcohol.
And she knew that too!
But it only takes one fool...
To do all that's done,
To make two fools from one.
Doing their best to impress,
With expressions of bitterness.
And these Whore Stories find continuance.
Continuing as they do.
When one will find dissatisfaction...
In times that don't agree,
Or deliver on demand service.
The making of Whore Stories,
Just gets a bit mo' ho-ish!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lock Me Away
Where have you been all night,
out around town that's not right,
they call you slut, they call you whore,
but you just keep going out for more,
baby that just not right,
I spent 30 years in hell,
and I came back to this,
and still not doing well,
but if you go out again,
you should lock me away,
because baby, I am going,
to kill that man.
poem by Walter C. Edwards
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Hurt
You hurt me when all I did was nothing
You hurt me for where I'm in tears
You called me a slut, whore when we did nothing at all
In our relantionship all you did was hurt me
And now my hurting is done
You think you controll me but your worng
My hurting is done
poem by Haley Fisher
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The Whore
Written by John Mellencamp
And now I must face
The crowd once again
The curtain is calling
And the show must begin
The lights grow dim on the floor
And they call me the whore, oh yeah
They call me the whore
They call me the whore
They call me the whore
song performed by by John Mellencamp
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Pretty On The Inside
Slut-kiss girls wont you promise her smack
Is she pretty on the inside
Is she pretty from the back
Slut-kiss girl wont you water her back
Is she pretty on the inside
Baby pretty from the back
Slut-kiss girl well have some rot black strap
Is she ugly on the inside
Baby ugly ugly from the back
My pretty power my pretty power
My pretty power my ugly
Slut-kiss girls wont you promise her smack
Is she pretty on the inside
Is she ugly ugly ugly ugly ugly ugly ugly ugly ugly
Bad boy
Rows and rows of angel hair
And ice cream pencils baby do they care
And fibre yah glass where is she powered that way
Blues and shoes but this isnt ugly
Yah where is it a marriage in a wheel
Will to calls that way
But now they only block the sun
They rain and snow on everyone so so many things
Wow hey I made it down
I I i I made it mosh in everyone acid hair
Acid stars youre getting there
Is she high that way
But now its just another show
Your living life as ready go
Its all its all a doll no a doll
Give me a shelf of a whore
Yah now my friends are ugly strange
They shake their heads man
They gave us a trap well
Well send this love as
Rearrange of who of
Baby I lie with pictures now
From riddle love and streets of gold
He says he reach of a candy heart of
I really love it I really dont know
I really dont know I really dont know
I really dont know like I used to live
Yah berry parts and I wow what was it
song performed by by Hole
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Whore
Stomach is making
Whore...?
Whore is making a
Sex...
Not...
Life making a sexy
whore with out money...
whore is not sex...
Sex is life...
Whore do only is
Wonder full earn with
Full fill the stomach...
Give to bad Sex....? ? ?
or good sex...! ! ! !
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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The Idealist
Oh you who have daring deeds to tell!
And you who have felt Ambition's spell!
Have you heard of the louse who longed to dwell
In the golden hair of a queen?
He sighed all day and he sighed all night,
And no one could understand it quite,
For the head of a slut is a louse's delight,
But he pined for the head of a queen.
So he left his kinsfolk in merry play,
And off by his lonesome he stole away,
From the home of his youth so bright and gay,
And gloriously unclean.
And at last he came to the palace gate,
And he made his way in a manner straight
(For a louse may go where a man must wait)
To the tiring-room of the queen.
The queen she spake to her tiring-maid:
"There's something the matter, I'm afraid.
To-night ere for sleep my hair ye braid,
Just see what may be seen."
And lo, when they combed that shining hair
They found him alone in his glory there,
And he cried: "I die, but I do not care,
For I've lived in the head of a queen!"
poem by Robert William Service
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Madonna Whore
What are you thinking when you're looking at me
What can you tell me of reality?
I'm only woman... not just a Fantasy
and the flesh and blood is warmer than some color transparency
Every woman's a Madonna; every woman's a whore
You can try to reduce me but I'm so much more
I don't want to be your mother; won't be shoved in a drawer
cause every woman's a Madonna, every woman's a whore, that's right
What are you thinking when you push me away
Was it some promise in your youth you made?
Holding out for something or hoping to be saved
Does it make you feel power or are you just afraid of me?
Every woman's a Madonna; every woman's a whore
You can try to reduce me but I'm so much more
I don't want to be your mother; won't be shoved in a drawer
cause every woman's a Madonna, every woman's a whore, that's right
I don't know
if you say so
got so many do's and don'ts my head is spinning
Hey Romeo, j-j-j-just let get go
maybe everything could use a little sinning
Every woman's a Madonna; every woman's a whore
You can try and reduce me but I'm so much more
I don't want to be your mother; won't be shoved in a drawer
cause every woman's a Madonna, every woman's a whore
Every woman's a Madonna; every woman's a whore
You can try and reduce me but I'm so much more
I don't want to be your mother; won't be shoved in a drawer
cause every woman's a Madonna, every woman's a whore, that's right
You can try to reduce me but I'm so much more
I don't want to be your mother; won't be shoved in a drawer
cause every woman's a Madonna, every woman's a whore, that's right
song performed by by Cyndi Lauper
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No Theatrics
Let me take us to school…
You are my queen not my fool…
Doo wop Doo wop Ooooo….
My queen that sounds sooo coool…
It’s real you know…you being (queen)
That’s no dream…
God dedicated you the cream of the crop…
Chocolate swirl icing on top…
And inside…
Let me take us to school…
You are my queen not my fool…
Doo wop Doo wop Ooooo…
Ghetto a Jewish section of town…
(America Modified) the term…
Now Ghet’toe
Doo wop Doo wop Ooooo…
Hence you’ve become my ghet’toe queen
Not my ghet’toe whore…that…
I ignore….
As I clearly hear you roar…
A Phyllis Wheatly score…
Intercede on my behalf to the (master)
I never shared my feelings of gratitude…
I let(Willie Lynch) stand between us…
As we do today…
Well I just want to say…
My sweet…
I am standing on my feet…
And I know your treat…
Was just that a… treat…
To save my meat…
For you could never give him(master)
What you had hidden away for me…
Doo wop Doo wop Ooooo…
What you lay on me…
Drives me to this very day…
And I apologize…
When ever abusing your thighs…
My theartics ended when I realized…
You are born to be queen…
My gift…
Now take me to school my God given queen…
Doo wop Doo wop Ooooo…
Doo wop Doo wop Ooooo
poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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Whore! ! !
Whore! ! !
Man meets woman she was working the night
Man falls in love boy she had him in her sight
Man says the Thunderbolt struck, she uses it to take all his might
Whore! ! !
Man makes so many mistakes including divorcing his wife
Man gives woman EVERYTHING his body, his soul, his life
Man leaves all that he knows behind in just two weeks with the woman, only now he feels the knife
Whore! ! !
Man provides and protects the woman taking all her cares away
Man completely changes his life thinking that God blessed him that day
Man shuts out all his friends to make more time only for her, all he wants is for her to stay
Whore! ! !
Man is stunned and shocked when the woman won't defend
Man knows this is the issue and he will no longer pretend
Man sees the woman for who she really was and knows he cannot mend
Whore! ! !
Man is torn, twisted like a knife in his throat and he can't breathe
Man knows woman has done this before but yet he still doesn't want her to leave
Man begs, pleads, bears his soul, loves her with every fiber of his being and still will believe
Whore! ! !
Man learns even more about the woman and cannot believe what he hears
Man is told woman just did it with another poor sap, now he realizes his fears
Man knows now there's no honesty or loyalty with the woman, says no more years
Whore! ! !
Man thinks this whole love thing is just a bunch of bunk
Man now knows this woman was and is a Whore! , but he's strong and refuses to be in a funk
Man is done with the Whore! , and all the girls are back on me, yeah they love doing the dunk
Talking 'Bout Yo Momma
1, 2, 3, 4. talking 'bout your mom... talking 'bout your mom... talking 'bout your mom... talking 'bout your mom... she's a whore bitch, gutter slut. likes to shove me up her butt. drives a pickle, wearing combat boots. while farting, she'll pick me up and give me a ride and drop me in front of the show. oh no, talking 'bout your mom... talking 'bout your mom... talking 'bout your mom... talking 'bout your mom...
song performed by by NOFX
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Corean Whore Husband
Corean whore husband
Corean whore husband
One is a whore the other is a eunuch
How interesting this couple is
On the ship the other never saw?
poem by Yihuai Ying
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Queen
Head strong and steadfast junkies
All barter for the clean
They all wait in their plastic lines
To find what color means
Cause they all wanna be queen
And you do know what I mean
Cause they all wanna be queen
And you do know what I mean
I spoke to a girl by the backdoor
She said she'd do anything just to meet you
You know I've seen that smile before
Just in time for a knee to hit the ground
Little girls
Dressed up like French whores
In velvet paintings
Wide eyed
Long nails
They all wanna live the fairy tale
(Chorus)
Did they tear you all up inside
Did they take away your pride
and she cried herself to sleep that night
Cause they all wanna be queen
And you do know what I mean
Cause they all wanna be queen
And you do And you do And you do
know what I mean
Queen wanna be queen
Queen wanna be queen
Queen wanna be queen
Queen wanna be queen
song performed by by Tonic from Sugar
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A Robins Call
As the Robins cherps in the early morning light,
the female comes into nets to relieved her mate,
the male goes of to find some food to eat,
as then the the female begins to tweet,
"the egg is cold you lazy baster,
I should peck your dairy after,
I will have to sit here way to long,
as your lazy ass is gone,
she chirps I need to eat,
and repeats I need to eat, "
The male comes back into the nest,
a chance for him to rest,
to keep all the eggs warm,
he sounds out a alarm,
"I see Cat, I see Cat,
may it get go away,
unit another day,
it leaves, then nest is safe,
as he calls to his mate,
you slut, you slut these eggs are not mine,
all of this is a waste of my time,
come back to keep these eggs warm,
you slut, you bitch, I will sound the alarm."
this is the fruit of life,
bare it but think twice,
poem by Walter C. Edwards
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Telephone Directory
Mad Queen Aeronautical CorporationCyclone 3030Mad Queen Chemical CorporationGunpowder 3328Mad Queen Company for the Manufacture of Hand GrenadesGunpowder 8878Mad Queen Drug Store of Tonics and StimulantsDetonator 8808Mad Queen Dynamiting and Blasting CompanyRackarock 4196Mad Queen Express ElevatorsSpeedway 7898Mad Queen Fireworks CorporationHurricane 1144Mad Queen Garage for Vandals of the RoadSpeedway 3984Mad Queen Hospital for Electrifying the HeartCyclone 5679Mad Queen Jazz BandDetonator 8814Mad Queen Laboratory for the Manufacture of AphrodisiacsGunpowder 0090Mad Queen Lighting and Fuel CorporationGunpowder 4301Mad Queen Manufacturers of High ExplosivesThunderbolt 4414Mad Queen Racing AutomobilesSpeedway 6655Mad Queen Rum DistilleryExplosion 1152Mad Queen SkyscrapersHurricane 7444Mad Queen Society for the Vivisection of the PhilistinesThunderbolt 8778Mad Queen Society of IncendiariesRackarock 2254Mad Queen Steam Locomotive CompanySpeedway 1010Mad Queen Steam Roller ManufacturersDetonator 1234Mad Queen Windmills and WeathervanesHurricane 0164
poem by Harry Crosby
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Caroline Says I
Caroline says that Im just a toy
She wants a man, not just a boy
Oh, caroline says, ooohhh, caroline says
Caroline says she cant help but be mean
Or cruel, or oh so it seems
Oh, caroline says, caroline says
She say she doesnt want a man who leans
Still she is my germanic -
- queen
Yeah, shes my queen
The things she does, the things she says
People shouldnt treat others that way
But at first I thought I could take it all
Just like poison in a vial
Hey, she was often very vile
But of course, I thought I could take it all
Caroline says that Im not a man
So shell go get it catch as catch can
Oh, caroline says, yeah, caroline says
Caroline says moments in time
Cant continue to be only mine
Oh, caroline says, yeah, caroline says
She treats me like I am a fool
But to me shes still a german -
- queen, ooohhh, shes my -
- queen, ya ...
Queen, hey baby, shes my queen
(queen)
(queen)
(queen)
(queen)
(queen)
(queen)
(queen)
(queen)
...
song performed by by Lou Reed
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