Sex is boredom
For a whore sex is a profession.
For an immoral, sex is a sport.
For an adulterous, it is a hobby.
For a chaste one, it is boredom.
30.01.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The depraved
The chaste, the depraved and the whore:
The chaste one suffers from the sacrifices
Of pleasure and hence demand respect.
The depraved one indulges in secret
And yet retain the social status.
The whores suffer scorns and contempt
And take vengeance on women.
Pity the whore, admire the chaste
And ignore the depraved.
30.03.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Gossips
To everyone save herself,
She is adulterous.
To everyone save her spouse,
She is adulterous.
Gossips spread like fire
Sparing her and her spouse.
23.03.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Hefty beggars
These immoral men have created a havoc In the society,
Their bowls are too deep to be filled,
They always wish more and more,
There belly is never satisfied
Moreover their discreditable profession
Creates shamelessness in them
Discreditable, immoral, and shameless men
Can never make a country great.
These imposters are menace for the
nation
They are suited for the work house only.
poem by Mohammad Akmal Nazir
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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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I always treated writing as a profession, never as a hobby. If you don't believe in yourself, no one else will.
quote by Laurell K. Hamilton
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I am a very lucky man. I am living my life with my hobby as my profession.
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Give her a chance
A prodigal son, on return
Can turn more amenable.
So can the adulterous wife.
Give her a chance from which
You will have had no regrets.
17.03.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Adulterous Wife
As her Children sleep in their bed
While her husband lays down his sleepy head
She quietly gets up and starts continuing her lies,
As this is the story, of the Adulterous wife.
She lies and cheats and do the sins that she shouldn't,
Sadly though, this isn't the first time for this woman
As in her past she has done this all before
Sadly her husband didn't know, that he had married a whore.
As when he is at work, she was never at home
And when her girl's slept, she was never alone
She lied and cheated and used her husband for a price
As this is the story of the Adulterous wife.
She sneaks out of the house whenever she can
So she can jump in the bed of another man
He then uses her, and then she lies to him
But neither can lie to GOD, when their beginning becomes their end.
And when her daughter's get older and they feel the strife
I wander if they will be like their mother, the adulterous wife
She argues and fights with her husband all the time
Loyalty and love to her husband has been left far behind.
The vow she swore to GOD she has broke it once again
Now she is a marked woman, in front of women and men
She has affairs with her lovers, that only the devil could believe
Asking them to come and rescue her, and set herself free.
She is never happy unless she is in another mans bed
Only happiness she brings that man, is when he is dead
She tells her lies and say all her men of hers are abusers
But she never let them know, that she is but a user.
And she'll keep her lies from yesterday unto today
And while she sins, other men lay down to pray
How sad it is to live that type of sinful life
But this is the true story of the Adulterous wife.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Religion Is A Hobby
Preaching is a profession
Attending it is an entertainment
Like dancing and singing
Religion is taken as a hobby
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Bitter truth be unknown
As long as you don’t know
That your wife is not virgin,
That she is not adulterous
And that your son is not yours
It is as good as
She is virgin, chaste and faithful.
Bitter truth better be unknown
18.03.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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We burned to death 100,000 Japanese civilians in Tokyo - men, women and children. LeMay recognized that what he was doing would be thought immoral if his side had lost. But what makes it immoral if you lose and not immoral if you win?
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I think climbing is less a sport and more a hobby, and as such, I think everybody's a beginning climber.
Good taste and humor are a contradiction in terms, like a chaste whore.
quote by Malcolm Muggeridge
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To Be Chaste: At What Cost?
To be chaste is to sacrifice.
To be in good books of men,
A woman denies herself choices
And invites lathery and boredom.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Pedpphiles
Phedophiles are immoral bastards.
Stuff those who dont think so.
Weather its just cos their attracted to childen or not.
Its immoral and not right.
Sodd those idiots who think its fine.
As a kidd my head was messed up.
Its not just me its others to.
And the other poor kids too.
Phedophiles are rong
And they are shit.
Immoral bastards is what they are.
String them up and kill em all.
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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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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Woman’s liberality rises
Women are chaste
More from guilt than from qualms.
The liberality is liquidating the both.
Now they are as free as men.
01.04.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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War is Boredom
War is Boredom
War is Boredom
War can be defined as long periods of boredom, short burst of terror, seemingly lasting forever, To those who are there, Waiting for another outburst, which never seems to cease.
You Pray, you count all your blessings, the outgoing not what you fear, its the incoming that can't be trusted.
War can be defined as boredom, for those who's life was spared, as the days in between that matters, on those who life spent there.
2008
poem by Charles Garcia
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A whore is holier
A woman in extra marital love
With a man, though in mind,
A woman in extra marital sex
As an accident,
The former is more adulterous.
The latter is still faithful.
Don’t mix love and sex.
A whore is holier than a paramour.
27.01.2000, Kottayam to omit
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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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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