Protecting Integrities
Why would I have interest,
In someone who's main objective...
Is to whore around.
Even an embryo would know,
Sound judgement is absent...
Especially if that decision became effective,
With a 'yes' that is accepted.
And consent is passed?
For a piece of...attention!
Some people rush into these arrangements.
And with no consideration at all.
Of someone's feelings, objectives or politcal affiliation.
However...
There are those like myself who have had a few flings,
And a couple of one night stands.
Perhaps several 'quickies' too!
But that's not the point I am making here.
I did and still do not consider myself a 'whore'.
And 'that' is the big difference in one's perception,
As to what is done. Services delivered. And attitude.
Prior to any 'admitted' whorish activities being exchanged,
One has to clarify the situation AND interpret the involvement...
On a needs to know which needs are being pleased basis!
With the acknowledgement of protecting integrities.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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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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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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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Thick At that! ...And Glossy!
How much admitted,
Actually exists?
If you talk about someone
In a negative light,
What makes that which is expressed,
Alright to dance on gossip licked lips?
Thick
At that...
And glossy!
How much admitted,
Actually exists?
We know of no one's true feelings,
But our own.
No conflicts inflicted will be felt,
With a depthness known,
No one knows...
Who's in bed with who,
And who is left alone.
But there is no stopping,
Having a fling or two
With someone new.
Who knows what to do,
With a stiffened bone!
How much admitted,
Actually exists?
How much has been changed
To arrange point of views,
By those who discreetly
Do what they do!
How much admitted,
Actually exists...?
Has driven misfits
To even more exposure.
And Rod Sterling has passed...
To worlds beyond Twilight Zones.
And he was very comfortable,
With discussing 'possibilities'!
If it is worthy to admit
Situations believed to be unfit...
One must sit and evaluate,
Being in someone's business not theirs...
How much actually exists?
And whoever committed an admission...
Please admit it!
So we can move 'that hell',
Away from here and us.
And perhaps that 'thick-and-glossy' act
Has been given to attract minds,
Off course!
And all the time.
Will be chased to another place.
And heads here can begin to erect first,
With perception.
Instead of inflated egos wishing to sweat.
How much admitted,
Actually exists?
Well that all depends
On how well the re-enactments
Are delivered in a heightened freshness!
And the staleness is forgiven,
Of prior performances claimed.
Thick at that,
And glossy had more rumors to spread.
That's how she kept her lips supple!
And prepared to use if she had to!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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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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 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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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
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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Shut Off Notices
'Even when to them done,
People still do not get the message.'
Trying to play catch up,
With time given to them lost...
Makes as much sense,
As one setting their alarm clock...
Ten minutes fast,
Only to appear an hour late...
And out of breath.
With yet another excuse delivered to make.
'And...
This is accepted behavior? '
ACCEPTED?
Are you kidding?
The only thing everyone knows,
That happens on time here is...
Those 'shut off notices' received,
From the phone company, cable...
And their utilities.
When someone gets a statement that reads,
'Pay By Noon'...
Pointless it is,
To attempt to make arrangements...
At twelve-o-Five.
'Even when to them done,
People still do not get the message.'
They do.
But guess who is faulted and blamed?
'The utility people supplying the service? '
Them and everyone else,
Tired of putting up with that nonsense.
And have had it with a servicing to them patience.
'So those shut off notices 'are' effective? '
In an 'offending giving kind of way',
Yes!
'Have you ever sent anyone a 'Shut Off Notice? '
No!
But I have...
However,
Made sure any messages delivered I did send...
Were understood without a need for me to vent,
In last statements written.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Riff Roll
Hey, hey you
Lift your face off down the ground
Hey, hey you
With the junkies all around
Hey, hey you
Would your feelings sound the sad
Hey, hey you
With your face on the flame
Hey, hey you
This is all a silly game
Hey, hey you
Would your feelings sound the same
Well, you know you got that love
Baby, inspiration
And you got that old generation
With your feet down
Down on the ground
And then you sing songs baby
When you know whos around
Say baby
Hey, hey wait
Whatcha gonna do with that whore
Get your brains scraped off the floor
Hey, hey you
What you got in the door
Yeah, hey, hey you
You gotta let it go
Hey, hey you
Whats on in the middle east
Hey, hey you
Why dont you take another piece
hey, hey you
Would your feelings sound the same
Thats it, stay around....
One, two, three, four
Hey, hey you
With that face on the fire
Hey, hey you
Sing your ass of in the choir
Hey, hey you
Dont let things go too long
Too long, too long
Hey, hey you
With your ass on the ground
Hey, hey you
Never say you get the sound
Hey, hey you
What did you think of the sound
song performed by by Aerosmith
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Delivered By Expressing Agitation
I'd be very suspicious,
If you liked everything I presented.
If you accepted everything given,
Without a mention of an honest point of view...
From you?
I would wonder why.
Not that I would try anything differently.
But I just might make attempts,
To raise some contemptment I may resent.
Like a child seeking attention.
To receive a response.
Or some nuance to trigger,
Another emotion to test one's undivided...
Devotion.
You know...
An understated kind of praise?
But delivered by expressing agitation!
An attitude accepted.
Especially from one who has grown bored and tired,
Of my greatness.
And...
I do try very hard to give that to you,
Each and every time.
You know I do!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Riff & Roll
Hey, hey you
Lift your face off down the ground
Hey, hey you
With the junkies all around
Hey, hey you
Would your feeling's sound the sad
Hey, hey you
With your face on the flame
Hey, hey you
This is all a silly game
Hey, hey you
Would your feelings sound the same
Well, you know you got that love
Baby, inspiration
And you got that old generation
With your feet down
Down on the ground
And then you sing songs baby
When you know who's around
Say baby
Hey, hey wait
Whatcha gonna do with that whore
Get your brains scraped off the floor
Hey, hey you
What you got in the door
Yeah, hey, hey you
You gotta let it go
Hey, hey you
What's on in the middle east
Hey, hey you
Why don't you take another piece
' hey, hey you
Would your feelings sound the same
That's it, stay around....
One, two, three, four
Hey, hey you
With that face on the fire
Hey, hey you
Sing your ass of in the choir
Hey, hey you
Don't let things go too long
Too long, too long
Hey, hey you
With your ass on the ground
Hey, hey you
Never say you get the sound
Hey, hey you
What did you think of the sound
song performed by by Aerosmith
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What Is The Point Being Made
If those can not lead by example,
Because they are regarded as opportunists...
With an exposing of their mature abilities,
To show those who follow how to lead.
Then what is the point being made...
To seek those with qualifications,
From outside of an environment...
Where people on the inside of it,
Are fed on ignorance.
And have accepted this mindset,
As a perception required to succeed.
What is the point being made...
If those who have the expertise,
Are on a regular basis degraded.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This 'Is' A Judgement Passed
Someone making frequent attempts,
To compensate for a laziness...
And lack of discipline,
With a making of false claims on others.
Hoping their statements made,
Will gain them some attention...
Sounds like a riped condition for mental therapy.
And this 'is' a judgement passed.
When lines of divisions are clearly seen,
Between those respecting themselves...
And those envious of others,
Because they are keeping themselves clean...
And have unquestionable good hygiene,
An effective detrimental process has taken place.
Something in the mind has been implemented,
If someone can not see or face their own disgrace.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Difference That Could Be Made
Notoriety and fame is all relative.
If a message has content.
How that message is delivered,
And by who should not matter.
Or who 'influential' is in support of it!
However,
Many who miss 'messages'...
Often miss the point of them.
It should not matter if someone has notoriety,
If a message with content is delivered to be accepted.
Although...
To many of us this makes a difference.
And a difference that could be made,
Skips away from our comprehension.
'But...
WHO are 'you' to know this?
And 'why' should it be of 'our' concern? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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White Supremacist Racist Whore
White Supremacist Racist Whore
Wants interaction
Nothing more
If you think whore's poems lack some class
Then stick you head
Right up your arse
poem by David Keig
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Much condemnation
On Whore - her's, but every client
Is a Whore – he... too
haiku by Ken e Hall
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Center Of Attention
Doesn't it seem as if,
The one most opinionated...
As to who should do what to get things done,
Is seldom the one to show proof of doing anything...
Others can criticize.
People will lie on others when given the opportunity.
Especially if another is conveniently absent.
With a doing without an equal and shared mutual expertise,
That is exchanged in public in the presence of another accused...
As quickly as those opinions by one are given?
Usually it's just that one verbally attacking behind another's back.
Isn't it?
People will lie on others when given the opportunity.
Especially if another is conveniently absent.
Loving to be the center of attention without being interrupted.
And proving to have an ability to do it!
To boost one's acceptance and appeal.
While keeping one's insecurities from being revealed.
Even though this can not remain concealed without being exposed.
People will lie on others when given the opportunity.
Especially if another is conveniently absent.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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For My Jealous Mother
forgive me mother
but today i remember
what you did
when you got jealous
over father
drinking with another
whore in that
cheap bar
at 5th street
you took and black
umbrella
for a sword and
stabbed him
on his thighs and
arms and legs
father must have loved
you so much
he never bothered
retaliating
despite his
serious injuries
in fact he ran away
from your attacks
that sad night
while that thick faced whore
laughed the
loudest.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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