Rotten bastards
The lot of you.
All of you
You are all rotten bastards.
And I hate you all
All of you
Raped and abused me.
But what goes around comes around.
And revenge will be mine.
Rotten bastards.
You rotten rats.
Rape and abuse.
Is that all you can do?
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Bastards srtike
Bastards have already stuck their strike.
All ready had the forced entery.
In my head they stay no to exit.
I felt pain that day.
I had the pain.
Forcible sex.
Hurt through and through.
Now I know what hate is.
Becuase hate is all I feel for you.
Bastards strike on the weak.
The speak threats with their beak.
They had thier nasty streak.
Tuants and threats they speak.
Bastards raped me and I hate them.
Theyre are scum.
Evil vile scum.
And rotten to the core.
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Hidden but not forgotten.
My pain from you is hidden.
But the pain you cuased me is not forgotten.
I hide the scars of what you did.
Rape and sexual abuse.
But I don't forget what you did.
It eats a way at me like the decay eats the flesh.
I hate you all you bastards are evil.
My pain is hidden but never forgotten.
I will get you all one by one.
One by one you will all pay.
You rotten peice of scum.
Your dirtier than the bottom of my shoe.
You bastards will all get whats coming to you.
One thing is for sure.
My pain is hidden but be sure its not forgotten.
And I'll pay you all back.
Your all get whats coming to you.
You'll get your just deserts.
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Something Rotten
It seems were here i
Miss you something rotten
The stinks are here
Its guaranteed alls forgotten
Down here
Down here its clear that your uncut
Dont fear
Dont fear, keep all this forgotten
Face down
Face down
Face down, I miss you something rotten
Face down
Face down, this crown is broken rotten
Down here, down here, I know its not, its all forgotten
Down here, down here, face down, I miss you something rotten
Down here, down here, it stinks, it stinks of something rotten
Dont fear, dont fear, keep all this forgotten
Theres something rotten down here
Theres something rotten down here
Theres something rotten down here
Theres something rotten down here...
song performed by by Placebo
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Battels lost here is my death
I have won the Battles
But Lost the war
Bastards are bastards.
And hurt me to much.
I don't want to live anymore
I can't go on
I have suffered for to long
To much Depression and pain
Its hard to stay Sane
Lived through rape and abuse.
Never got over it.
It over road my life.
I don't want to live
So my life I give
Its time for me to go
I won't be missed I know
Cause you don't care
and Life isn't Fair
poem by Amy Kerswell
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I hate myselfs
I hate myselfs
every bones
every piece of flesh
every rotten organs
I hate myselfs
My very essences is rotten
my hearts a soild block of dry ice
my souls shattered and lost
I hate myselfs
wont kill myself
there are to many personalites I would
have to take with me
All yelling for attention
all wanting to be up front and alive
not hiding behind my eyes
in a brain that does not now
who it is
I hate myselfs
I walk alone
but hear voices
I sleep alone
but with many
I cry
and they laugh
I hate myselfs
Self the center of a healthy personality
yea try telling that to the 7 guys there right now
I hate myself
I hate myself
I hate myself
I hate myself
I hate myself
I hate myself
I hate myself
poem by Vincent Armone
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Dirty Rotten Shame
I recall the good old days
But thankfully, theyve gone
Now the ponies all are broken nags
That stumble as they groan
And throw the jockeys from their throne
When there are pitches left to dodge
And lions left to tame
But its nothing but a dirty rotten shame
Its a dirty rotten shame
That when youre frivolous and strong
It isnt youth, its fearlessness
That has been wasted on the young
The cruel are in the cradle
And the bishops in the bag
Its nothing but a dirty rotten shame
Now I find life a millionaire
That brags for rags and jewels
A snarling pup is wild enough
But as his anger proves
Hes left to sharpen useless tools
That tear and graze and finer phrase
But few are worth the name
Its nothing but a dirty rotten shame
Its a dirty rotten shame
And that is not an idle boast
When all your courage and your strength
Will leave you as you need it most
When there are lamps to dampen
And cauliflowers to flip
Its nothing but a dirty rotten shame
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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In Rotten Row
In Rotten Row a cigarette
I sat and smoked, with no regret
For all the tumult that had been.
The distances were still and green,
And streaked with shadows cool and wet.
Two sweethearts on a bench were set,
Two birds among the boughs were met;
So love and song were heard and seen
In Rotten Row.
A horse or two there was to fret
The soundless sand; but work and debt,
Fair flowers and falling leaves between,
While clocks are chiming clear and keen,
A man may very well forget
In Rotten Row.
poem by William Ernest Henley
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Battles lost here is my death
Battels lost here is my death
I have won the Battles
But Lost the war
Bastards are bastards.
And hurt me to much.
I don't want to live anymore
I can't go on
I have suffered for to long
To much Depression and pain
Its hard to stay Sane
Lived through rape and abuse.
Never got over it.
It over road my life.
I don't want to live
So my life I give
Its time for me to go
I won't be missed I know
Cause you don't care
and Life isn't Fair
Amy Kerswell
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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For God's sake build not your faith upon Tradition, 'tis as rotten as a rotten Post.
quote by Nicholas Culpeper
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Scent of rotten meat
Rafflesia
Titan arum
North American pawpaw
For flies to pollinate them
They must produce
The scent of a rotten meat
Name names in
Your rotten world, now.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Rotten World Blues
Hey Man
What?
Hey Man
What?
Hey Man
What?
Hey man
What?
Dig this...
Well I went walkin'
Out yesterday
A man was carryin' a sign that says
"The world is gonna end tomorrow
hey buddy got a nickel I can borrow?"
This rotten world's gonna chew you up
Swallow you whole and then spit you back out
The sooner you recognize this simple fact
Then this rotten world gives you what you lack
Old Miss Hedrick she's gettin' down
You don't see her much walkin' 'round town
Well you could say that she needs a little lovin'
Lookin' for a light with her head in the oven
This rotten world's gonna chew you up
Swallow you whole and then spit you back out
The sooner you recognize this simple fact
Then this rotten world gives you what you lack
Let's rock...
Miss Kovalov she's lookin' good
Walkin' her ass through the neighborhood
She knows somethin' that you don't know
Somethin' she learned about a long time ago
This rotten world's gonna chew you up
Swallow you whole and then spit you back out
The sooner you recognize this simple fact
Then this rotten world gives you what you lack
This rotten world's gonna chew you up
Swallow you whole and then spit you back out
song performed by by Eels
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All existing things are really one. We regard those that are beautiful and rare as valuable, and those that are ugly as foul and rotten The foul and rotten may come to be transformed into what is rare and valuable, and the rare and valuable into what is foul and rotten.
quote by Chuang Tzu
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Farewell
Goodbye and farewell.
Never again will I see thee in this bored world rotten hell.
I tire of being a rotten snake.
In others eyes the worst of fates.
I have my reasons that nobdy need fear.
I'm just going to slink off and shed one lonsome tear.
poem by Michael McParland
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US peace advocate Rev Jesse Jackson Sr in Malaysia Poem
clogged drains
that have been
stinking for years
rotten rotten
rats, rotten fish,
rotten hold backs
refuse rotten corpses
that send offensives
stomach up
stucked, stubbon
nauseating
spirit draining
where is the
country that should
flourish like a patch
of grass sprinkled
with spring water
growing profusely
with a uniformity of colours?
fengshui flowers
ideas go to the sky
to come down to
fertilise lands and mind
US peace advocate
Rev Jesse Jackson Sr
uncorks a bottle of
vintage angsts to
dissolve them in
his cold fluid advice
smooth to the ears
rekindling that sigh
of long cherished goal
diverse races to
find a common
catalyst to grow
and mature
through the glass
a shimmering amber
of the years ahead
light the eyes, heart
and mind find a perfect step
to a gratifying, unifying song
Note: Reverend Jesse Jackson Sr was in Kuala Lumpur to promote peace since Monday i.e. April 20,2009. He was a keynote speaker
at the Bridges - Dialogues Towards a Culture of Peace conference
organised by the International Peace Foundation and Sime Darby Berhad.
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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To be known I had to do this
I commited suicide.
Because i had nothing to live for.
My life had become a mess.
Suicide was the only option I had.
To be known I did ever exist.
But one thing is for sure.
I'll come back and huant you.
You bastards that raped me.
I will get you back.
Only you can't do a thing.
To get to me you'll need a medium.
So now at last I have the upper hand.
Maybe now justice will be done.
Only I hope you can live with yourselfs.
Becuase the rape and abuse.
Drove me to this.
It drove me to my suicide.
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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The Ex-husbands
(This is first-person fiction and the ex-husbands are stereotypical)
'I tried to make it work -
I always tried really hard,
every, every time.
But I guess I must have
tried too hard because
I spoiled them rotten and
then, of course, they were
rotten.
Most of them live downtown
now, and they do seem to be
making progress.
Some of them even have
their very own shopping-carts.'
poem by Nancy Ames
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Eulogy To A Hell Of A Dame
some dogs who sleep At night
must dream of bones
and I remember your bones
in flesh
and best
in that dark green dress
and those high-heeled bright
black shoes,
you always cursed when you drank,
your hair coming down you
wanted to explode out of
what was holding you:
rotten memories of a
rotten
past, and
you finally got
out
by dying,
leaving me with the
rotten
present;
you've been dead
28 years
yet I remember you
better than any of
the rest;
you were the only one
who understood
the futility of the
arrangement of
life;
all the others were only
displeased with
trivial segments,
carped
nonsensically about
nonsense;
Jane, you were
killed by
knowing too much.
here's a drink
to your bones
that
this dog
still
dreams about.
poem by Charles Bukowski
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The rotten fruits
Such a tempting fruit as she is,
With such an adamancy as hers,
She makes my lust of her fall sick
And leaves me, who move to rotten fruits.
Ho! By such acts that she conducts,
What happiness would she derive?
By such denials does she get
Her corporal urges met with?
The rotten fruits overwhelm the eaten ones.
27.02.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Social Climber
yellow is the color of the social climber
like a vine
with yellow flowers
the dancing lady variety
that thrives on the rotten
barks of trees
that looks for the sunshine
at the top of the trees
the calumnist of the Stars
its food
the rotten lives of other people!
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Why Do They Need To Fiddle
Life's a struggle that's a fact,
But that can't be said for all,
Life's billionaires don't give a damn,
Their lifestyles will never stall.
They get tax relief for donations,
That's a fact they try to hide
How much wealth does a person need?
We're being taken for a ride.
They manipulate their tax returns,
While we're on pay as you earn,
They abuse every loophole as our money burns,
Finding more is what they must learn.
So why do these rich celebrities,
Tell us to give more money,
While they make billions every year,
It really isn't funny.
Politicians on the take,
Their expenses are truly ill gotten,
It proves that everyone's a fake,
To the core they are all bloody rotten.
Yet they all dictate what we should give,
Just what gives them that right?
They'll be hypocrites as long as they live,
They don't know the meaning of contrite.
Who are they to lecture us?
As they live their lives of leisure,
A million pounds from each of them,
Would give the starving untold pleasure.
While we must pay our taxes due,
It really is a riddle,
If these bastards are worth so much,
‘' Why do they need to fiddle ‘'