Molester Lusting
Good fortune can leave anyone to bleed.
When the materialism of its worship,
Disappears mysteriously...
From a purpose thirsted.
Like a thief that sneaks,
And takes from hidden shadows...
Without a word to seize and reap.
Theft can make someone to grieve.
Like a molester lusting.
To pounce upon from darkness.
And determined to satisfy selfish needs.
Like a molester lusting...
People feed.
Like a molester lusting...
To take and seize.
Like a molester lusting...
Hopelessly.
Like a molester lusting...
Invading in a rush!
Like a molester lusting...
People feed.
Like a molester lusting...
To take and seize.
Like a molester lusting...
Hopelessly.
Like a molester lusting...
Breaking trust!
Good fortune can leave anyone to bleed.
When the materialism of its worship,
Disappears mysteriously...
From a purpose thirsted.
Snatched!
By a thief that sneaks,
And takes from hidden shadows...
Without a word to seize and reap.
Threatening to ruin one's invested peace.
Like a molester lusting...
People feed.
Like a molester lusting...
To take and seize.
Like a molester lusting...
Hopelessly.
Like a molester lusting...
Invading in a rush!
Like a molester lusting...
People feed.
Like a molester lusting...
To take and seize.
Like a molester lusting...
Hopelessly.
Like a molester lusting...
Breaking trust!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Child Molester
Note- I wanted to write something something darker and deeper then what I currently have been.
This is what came out.
Dark Rewrite of Britney Spear's Womanizer
Storyline-One woman takes the stand that no one else will to save her street from the unthinkable
Perverted neighbor
I know where you're from
I think it's best you get your twisted... going
Got more then just a clue what you're up to
You can play squeaky clean tp all the others gathered here
But I know what you really are, what you really are sickie
Look at you
Tryin' to act so on the up and up
Sickie, you
Got everyone else here fooled
But not me, oh no, not me
Fakin' like deep down you're a good one
Let's just lay our cards out on the table
Get it all out now
Call 'em like we both know 'em
Child molester, child-child molester
You're a child molester
Oh, child molester, oh you're a child molester, sickie
You-you know-you know you are
You-you know-you know you are
Child molester, child molester, child molester
Sicko, don't try stage that front
Oh no, no, not with me
Cos I know just-just what you are, ah, ah, what you are
Sicko, don't try to stage that front
Oh no, no, not with me
Cos I know just-just what you are, ah, ah, what you are
(Spoken) You got some kind of twisted game goin'
You got them all believin' you're so charmin'
But I won't let you keep on doin' it
You child molester
Sicko, don't try stage that front
Oh no, no, not with me
Cos I know just-just what you are, ah, ah, what you are
Sicko, don't try to stage that front
Oh no, no, not with me
Cos I know just-just what you are, ah, ah, what you are
(Spoken) You say I'm crazy
I'll show you crazy
You're nothin' but a child molester
Sick-O
You try to pretend to walk with the swagger of a champion
Too bad for you
I know the truth about
Just how young you really like your companions
I guess when you watch one too many with that sly eye, it makes your secret hard to keep
I won't let you get away with it so easy, cos I know what you really
What you really are sickie
Handing out false smiles and lollipops
Better not mistake me or mine
You dumb... sucker
To think that I
Would let mine fall victim
Won't break the heart of another mother
Lie about it, deny it all you wanna
But no way I'm gonna let this neighborhood fall prey to you
Never you, sickie
Child molester, child-child molester
You're a child molester
Oh, child molester, oh you're a child molester, sickie
You-you know-you know you are
You-you know-you know you are
Child molester, child molester, child molester
Sicko, don't try stage that front
Oh no, no, not with me
Cos I know just-just what you are, ah, ah, what you are
Sicko, don't try to stage that front
Oh no, no, not with me
Cos I know just-just what you are, ah, ah, what you are
(Spoken) You got some kind of twisted game goin'
You got them all believin' you're so charmin'
But I won't let you keep on doin' it
You child molester
Sicko, don't try stage that front
Oh no, no, not with me
Cos I know just-just what you are, ah, ah, what you are
Sicko, don't try to stage that front
Oh no, no, not with me
Cos I know just-just what you are, ah, ah, what you are
(Spoken) You say I'm crazy
I'll show you crazy
You're nothin' but a child molester
Never wanna live with you in your kind of dark world
(Child molester, child molester, child molester, child molester)
It would be good if you really were an innocent like you claim
But I know better
Heard all about that poor little girl
So don't try to pull the wool over my eyes
Cos you can't
You child molester
Child molester, child-child molester
You're a child molester
Oh, child molester, oh you're a child molester, sickie
You-you know-you know you are
You-you know-you know you are
Child molester, child molester, child molester
Sicko, don't try stage that front
Oh no, no, not with me
Cos I know just-just what you are, ah, ah, what you are
Sicko, don't try to stage that front
Oh no, no, not with me
Cos I know just-just what you are, ah, ah, what you are
(Spoken) You got some kind of twisted game goin'
You got them all believin' you're so charmin'
But I won't let you keep on doin' it
You child molester
Sicko, don't try stage that front
Oh no, no, not with me
Cos I know just-just what you are, ah, ah, what you are
Sicko, don't try to stage that front
Oh no, no, not with me
Cos I know just-just what you are, ah, ah, what you are
(Spoken) You say I'm crazy
I'll show you crazy
You're nothin' but a child molester
Child molester, child-child molester
Oh! You're a child molester, oh!
You're a child molester, sickie
2008 Ramona Thompson
poem by Ramona Thompson
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Love is unsoiled by lust.
‘I love my wife while lusting my maid.’
‘I love my husband while lusting my chauffeur.
Love is not spoilt anyway by lust.
They accommodate each other; no ruins
17.02.2003
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Self-gratification
what my hands hold
you shall hold....is this what you came here for?
you hold my body like i am your lover
and now you try to capture the spirit within it
you can't, i have long told you
love has already left the dwelling in my heart
there is pleasure and it is dancing wildly like there is no more yesterday.
it is celebrating because in truth it hates me
like i am its molester
and now it sings like a burlesque dancer at the bar
it knows my secret and she keeps on telling
every people that she meets
that guy is dying and soon i shall be complete.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A bit of lusting after someone does wonders for the skin.
quote by Elizabeth Hurley
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Sin’s Origin
And God rent
the fabric
of design
upon creation
tracing a nightmare
being upon
the silent
cosmic void.
Hot after perfection
inspiration lusting
a sensuous solitary
edenic man
desire flesh incarnate
bound beauty bound bondage
lusting liquids
lunges serpentine.
Thus God rent
self-proclaimed fabulous fabric
previous perfect omnipotent design
upon cross-breed creation
dark angel fell
before edenic man
a third of all angels fell
to intromit earthly hell.
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
in•tro•mit Latin intromittere, from intro- + mittere to send or put in, to insert.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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A wanton eye is the messenger of a lusting heart.
Disguised As a Piper
Like a shepherd who watches,
And slaughters sheep.
A molester comes out of hiding,
Disguised as a piper...
Garbed in robes.
And appearing angelic sweet.
Leader of a dynasty...
That preys on followers,
With encouraging sanctimonious words.
By hides evils deep...
As a pious king,
Who underneath this charade...
Condones and shelters creeps.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Politically Incorrect Poem 5
I'm a hunky
babe-magnet
so should I
be wearing one of those
black postboxes
to spare the chicks from
lusting after me?
Yours metaphorically,
poem by Michael Shepherd
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You Can't Define The Single Life
You can't define the single life.
Unless you're doing it.
And not for kicks.
Sometimes it's not that much well liked.
When you are on the telephone.
Just to hang up all alone.
You can't define the single life.
Unless you're doing it.
And not for kicks.
Sometimes it's not that much well liked.
When you are on the telephone.
Just to hang up all alone.
On my drifting mind with the hours,
I stay awake.
I'm thinking nothing but love.
And sipping coffee out of focus,
Hoping that your thoughts are on me.
I'm thinking nothing but love.
You can't define the single life...
Thinking of love.
A lusting mind has appetites...
Thinking of love.
It's hard to fall asleep some nights.
Thinking of love.
You can't define the single life...
Thinking of love.
A lusting mind has appetites...
Thinking of love.
It's hard to fall asleep some nights.
It's hard to fall asleep some nights.
It's hard to fall asleep some nights.
Thinking of love.
You can't define the single life...
Thinking of love.
A lusting mind has appetites...
Thinking of love.
It's hard to fall asleep some nights.
Thinking of love.
You can't define the single life...
Thinking of love.
A lusting mind has appetites...
Thinking of love.
It's hard to fall asleep some nights.
It's hard to fall asleep some nights.
It's hard to fall asleep some nights.
Thinking of love.
You can't define the single life...
Thinking of love.
You can't define the single life...
Thinking of love.
You can't define the single life...
Thinking of love.
It's hard to fall asleep some nights.
It's hard to fall asleep some nights.
You can't define the single life...
Thinking of love.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When I was a kid, my dream was to be a farmer and marry Charlie Brown. I wanted to rescue him and make him happy. Besides, he was always lusting after the little redhead girl.
quote by Alicia Witt
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Do You Fear Death?
Around this green orb you skip
Lusting power, as did Macbeth
Intent on deadly swordsmanship
When deaths but your final breath
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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Ego is the propeller
Be a boaster, a poser or a jobber,
Be a leader, a crusader or a seer,
Be a ruler, a dictator or a devastator,
Be a hoarder, a miser or a grabber,
Be a touch-me-not, a porcupine or a hypocrite,
Be a lover, a devotee or a door-mate,
Be a voyeur, a rover or a womanizer
Or be a masturbator, a molester or a rapist,
They are so as their egos manifest
And demand to get them fed.
The humblest of the humble or
The noblest of the noble are of no exception.
The lion chases and the deer flees;
The lion pursues and the lioness eludes.
04.01.2003
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Master Molester Of Truth
You pick the pebble
From the path
And show the world
As a frog
Is it your lack of depth,
Or are you a wishful machine
Of propaganda
A master of all the rapists
Truth
Molester of
Honesty
An expert of
witch craft and twist
a sick soul
a sucking fool
flagrant foul
a haunting animal heart
sinking ship
keep pretending
a seeker and a poet
Hey gay and feaster
Where do you find me
A fatalist
‘Toil the soil
And pray for a good crop'
This is a slap
Hard enough
On the face of your conscience
to make you stop.
To spread
Falsehood forever.
poem by Abdul Wahab
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Why
there are reasons why
we have gone to other places
they mistook us as hedonists as
people who have no pity for money
squandering time and lusting
on the views of the lakes and yachts
despite the hunger of other people
somewhere in Africa
and the recession in America in Greece
the workers are striking
people pretend that they know our hearts
and they condemn us
that they know the language of our minds
and they make conclusions
ah, we live our lives the way we want it
we know our hours
and they are short.
but we do not mind them
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Garb
Keep your man
Happy
Make him
Keep on
Loving you
How?
Give him
Oodles of sex
Make him
Keep on
Lusting you
In the garb of
Loving you
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Genuflections Of An Erring Husband To His Cyber Lover
shall i do it again?
shall we do it again?
i have done it once,
twice, thrice and
nice, shall we do it again
just for once?
shall i let you do again
what i did to you
from the beginning?
not singing with a microphone
kneeling without the veil
reading poetry in the dark
moaning in the middle of
joys not everlasting.
shall we be matches
burning our souls
in lusting flames?
shall we? shall we?
now, now, now
while she is there
entangled in her own
dreams.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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It Takes A While To Catch A Thief
It takes a while to catch a thief.
Slick they are in receiving sympathy.
With a sincerity believed,
They would be the last to steal.
They are like plagiarists...
Lifting from another statements made,
With a twisting of words to attract their appeal.
It takes a while to catch a thief.
Slick they are in receiving sympathy.
With a sincerity believed,
They would be the last to steal.
Since no one would perceive them to be,
Lusting for what others have...
With no effort made they've invested to achieve.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Here Lusting
Trust me.
I am here lusting!
But not for you.
If I said I had a lust for life...
Would you shy away?
Believing my naked statement,
Lacks something more to be addressed?
That I could reveal in another way.
Or could you accept a limpness I expose.
Perhaps with a wish for that,
To be further clothed.
In a tangible way...
Some may choose,
I chose to refuse.
And not to indulge or pose to bare.
Disregarding of what others do or say.
And who really cares?
Once my blemishes and flaws,
Have been made aware.
And I've been compared as average.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Necessities To Please
People are trying to find ways
To identify themselves.
They try to find it through preferences of sex.
Even purchases of 'things'
To hide their perplexed minds
Behind something another might view,
As a status symbol to preview!
To allow excuses and alibis to sneak through.
Allegations of who is and who is not straight today...
Seems so unimportant and quite blasé!
Molestations are taking place,
In more sanctuaries sacred...
Where more than symbolism is displayed.
The bold and naked seems to be a must,
Folks are lusting.
People are trying to find ways
To identify themselves.
With a worship for more greed,
And necessities to please the eyes of others!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In Defence of Pornography
Some people might think that I'm obscene
Lusting for a model in a magazine,
But I won't be punished for trying to rape her,
She's only a picture on a piece of paper!
Who cares what they think in any case!
Most men are attracted to a pretty face
And as I'm just dealing in two dimensions
It doesn't really matter about my intentions!
The Devil can take the priests for despising
Us men and young boys for fantasizing!
No doubt they would like to monitor our thoughts
And find us all guilty in celestial courts! !
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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