True Fucking Hate

SOMETHING YOU REALLY HATE

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[i][b]Materialistic Whores Masquerading As Ladies

They will woo you, wearing the simplest of clothes,
Looking like Ellie Mae on a hot day…

While underneath that sweetness and small town gaze,
Is a money grubbing materialistic whore looking
For a free ride at your expense…

Men beware they’re cunning and always looking scrumptious,
Not a hair out of place or an smear on their lying ass face…

They will devour you like fine wine and chocolate on a first
Date…

I know women like this and they make me more than sick,
Always bragging about the race and the take they hope to
bring in…

Why must they be so deathly to y’all, arsenic with a smile, waiting
for you to take a big gulp of what they want you to perceive…

Sucking you in and sucking you off at whatever cost,,,

If you find them out they will move on to the next unsuspecting
Eagerly waiting true gentleman that‘s tired of life all alone…

Leaving a raunchy taste behind so that a real deserving Woman
Will never have a chance to experience or find happiness with…

They will treat you like the dirt on the floor that they would rather have
A maid sweep up…

I hate these bitches and all that they do…

No morals or values, nothing but a flea market knock off at best…



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PLAIGARIST BASTARD (deeperthanyouthinkm)

YOU GO AROUND WITH YOUR COPY AND PASTE....      
     
STEALING THE WORKS OF TRUE WRITERS....      
     
UNLIKE YOURSELF YOU PLAGIARIZING BASTARD      
WE ACTUALLY THINK....        
     
SAD LITTLE PRICK YOU ARE....      
     
USING THE WORKS OF OTHERS WILL NOT GET YOU FAR....      
     
LITTLE DO YOU KNOW MY POEMS ARE PUBLISHED ELSEWHERE        
BEFORE THEY REACH DUP....      
     
A TINY LITTLE BRAIN YOU HAVE TO USE THE WORDS OF        
OTHERS AS YOUR OWN....      
     
THERE IS NOTHING DEEP ABOUT HOW YOU THINK, YOU'RE ACTUALLY      
SHALLOW AND LOWER THAN LIFE IS WHAT 'I THINK'....      
     
DOESN'T MATTER IF YOU CHANGE THE TITLE, STILL DOESN'T MAKE      
MY WORDS YOUR OWN~!!!!      
     
YOU CAN'T ESCAPE THE ALL SEEING EYES OF 'DBD'....      
     
YOU'VE BEEN DISCOVERED FOR WHAT YOU ARE A        
LYING LITTLE PRICK BASTARD THAT LIKE TO STEAL        
THE WORDS OF OTHERS....      
     
CHECK BACK OFTEN AS I MAY REVISE THIS FROM TIME TO TIME....      
     
I WOULD HATE FOR YOU TO MISS ANY LINES ABOUT YOURSELF I WRITE...      
     
MY ADVISE TO THE MEMBERS HERE ON DUP CHECK        
THE LINK ON MY PROFILE TO SEE IF YOU'VE BEEN        
JACKED OF YOUR DEEP UNDERGROUND THOUGHTS BY THIS    
PLAGIARIST BASTARD AS WELL....  

NOTE; NOTHING EROTIC ABOUT THIS POEM AS YOU CAN SEE,
I WANTED THE MAXIMUM AMOUNT OF DUP EYES TO SEE....

WE ALL KNOW EROTICS GET MORE READS~!!!!!  

I HATE A THIEF MORE THAN ANYTHING IN LIFE~!!!!

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THAT'S SOME REAL EDU-TAINMENT RIGHT THERE POET!
DEEPER THAN SOME MIGHT THINK.. I THINK
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I've met a lot of everyone
over the years.
The women have all known
the 'I must introduce you to'
crowd.
The men at the bars
have become boys
pumping money in to a jukebox
for selfish entertainment.

I've challenged the cantankerous,
soothed the lonely
and charmed the psychotic...
But!

There are still a few,
one in particular
who possesses something
known to you and I
as transference.

A privately educated
barrel of fat
claiming a feat of never
ending knowledge.
I was introduced to him
quite a few years ago,
and with time
he has matured like
the take away Chinese
you forgot about
at the back of the fridge.

To cut the throat that
is usually busy
trying to cut me down,
he sits, a dormant prick
unhappy with his deluded partner,
and from this grimy pedestal
he offers his advice
as if he speaks directly from the gospel.

Well, time may test him,
but I have never witnessed
such a successful shield
of arrogance yet.
Nor have I heard a man
whine like such a menopausal woman
when facing the facts
of his tiny little
psychopath.

Ahhhh, I feel better.
Maybe time WILL test him,
but in the mean time
I can always fantasize
about being pushed too far.
There is no comedy out there
as funny as that man
in turmoil.

                D i s c l o s u r e


           
       
I want to die by laughing out loud every time    
      
my therapists tell me its coming along nicely        
rather I refrain from crying out loud in labor        
and try to show my appreciation thru my eyes          
but they never see them-probably because a few        
thick books and a dozen case studies makes them        
see thru people-dissecting them in saline water        
in the petri dish of their minds-undressing the        
souls and raping till their million probosces        
begin to rot in gangrene and then they switch        
sides and begin to probe thru the muck till they        
find the giant abyss left there-precise-worthwhile        
then they change the approach-medication-schedules        
         
   
I want to wail at the top of my lungs every time       
   
my girlfriends tell me they want to have babies        
and live faraway in exotic locations in cottages        
eating organic lettuce-fucking on the sand as it          
sifts underneath our hard-sun-soaked-lithe bodies        
they create intricate dreams-opening cabinets and          
filling them with details collected from sources        
magazines-snippets-eavesdropping-twitter-movies        
until the day we make out without protection and        
a month later I hear them tell me about the delay        
in the release of some album and the fights and          
how their implants are beginning to kill them        
my laughter usually spells the end of it-always        
         
         
I want to hack-chop-slash-kill them every time    
       
with a sword made by some old Samurai gone quiet        
when I get kidnapped to one of those parties-the        
ones where everyone smells-looks-talks-behaves          
good-to an extent-that minutes become nails and        
life becomes an assault-like low-budget SM flicks            
only worse-much worse and those smiles-glints-nods        
along with the billboard of collective emotions        
simply gets to me in an unnerving way-sickening          
me to an extent I take long walks which end up        
with me vomitting-crying-chased by street dogs        
         
         
I want to do all this but I think-like every time  
        
what if in the name of father-son-the holy fuck          
I am just ill-equipped for this world-this time        
another giant fuck up in a faulty assembly line-        
a smug-self-righteous-snob-a turd-retard-whatnot        
may be I have been living inside an igloo with        
my vain pride-grand existential illusion and the        
collective mesh of escape routes and rabbit holes        
with bubbles-ideas-cosmetic angst-forced issues          
and may be they are all right in their own accord        
those shrinks and those girls and all those peole        
I mean what are the odds-no-really-like-really        
         
       
I want to so do this but I have not-like every time    
      
or else I won't have been here to finish this up        
after having undergone all of those borderline          
psych-evaluation tests online-coming out unscathed-        
often with flying colours-to my utter dismay/disgust        
as Armstrong sang What a Wonderful World hoarsely        
the song caught in a loop-corrupt-like me-like you      
       
       
       

                        CheckMate

       
       
       
What would you get if you break the word therapist  
into two halves?          
       
       
 
 
       
My therapist has a strange face-    
pacific-plastic-pious-righteous        
   
He siphons ectoplasm and radiates        
into strange curvatures on planes        
other than the one I am in always        
   
He probably bleaches his face and        
uses minerals of the Dead sea or        
may be clay-imported from Africa        
   
He wears linen-loves strobe light        
often scrubs his hands too hard          
   
Miller seems to be a great influence    
as he seems to live within Sexus    
in those yellow pages of his copy-        
dog-eared-fashionably primitive    
       
He frequently quotes Otto Rank        
reminisces about his brief stay          
in uptown Tokyo in the late 80's    
hates the English word Shrink    
       
Mont Blanc and robes are his thing        
Chihuahuas excite him and so does the        
aborigines-the ukulele and saliva        
   
Probably to curb latent dependency        
he changes my medication at least        
once every few weeks and it works        
   
He loves watching The Matrix          
Syencdoche, New York and Anima Mundi        
are his top favourites of all times        
his favourite fictional character    
is called Lemmy Caution        
   
His fetish with strobe lights and        
Cashmere appeals to me at times        
   
My  defense mechanisms have seemingly          
held me in good stead all these years-        
he hardly seems to know me or else        
he would have written this poem in this          
leather-bound-matte-finish-journal    
       
which obviously belongs to him
 
 
 

Fuckfist

Oh Dear God!    
Will you stop fucking talking already?!!    
The vile, ignorant, and hateful shit    
that is spilling from your rotten maw    
is exactly the poison cloud of audible puss    
That I would cherish the chance    
to wipe from this earth    
   
My Buddhist roots are holding me back    
Om Mani Padme Hum    
But you just keep on    
vomiting all over my inner peace    
and shitting on my temperance    
   
I've tried to practice a whole hearted love    
Acceptance of all walks    
But, right now
you're walking into a minefield      
trying to step all over    
some of the people I love most    
   
Yep!    
That was it!    
I've just sprung a raging hard-on      
That last comment will be your epitaph    
I've reached my boiling point    
and I'm about to fuck your face with my fist

For all the pain
And all the gain
Cant i not really complain

Your lies be told
Why are you so cold
It's probably time to fold

For all my time
you just gave me this rhyme
why not more time

For i hate all the lies
no more good-byes
it time for a surprise

let go back
this is going sound whack
but give me some slack

for all i hate is you
truly i do
can all my wishes come true?

for you to die
and me not to cry
for all the lies

I really hate
let me debate
this shouldn't be fate

liar you lie
for this is a good-bye
sight

hell is better
why don't you forget her
cant i be better?

Who are you to judge?!

Who are you
to talk to me that way?
What gives you the right
to treat me like dirt?
Now you may think
that I don't matter
But someday
I will make you regret
your actions
You will realize
that I refuse
to be taken
advantage of
especially by someone
who isn't worth
a second of my time