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Poetry

Posted By: ZLS on May 18, 2009 in - Comments: Comments Off

Replaceable Dick

So you wanna act up,

Thinking I need to put up with your bullshit, your lies, your jokes, your cheating, your scheming, your sneaking, or your abuse,
Thinking your dick is sustaining me,
Or your pipe game is training me,
Sorry, mister man, you got it twisted,
You’ve taken me for a fool,
I really don’t need you, or the dick in between your legs,
Cuz they’ve invented dildos to sustain my sexual craves,
9.99 makes you replaceable,
That plastic-pink, gold, brown, purple or black has it so my emotions are no longer under attack,
Hitting it, not splitting it, in every which way,
Guaranting me pleasure the unselfish way,
And in the case that I decide to be cheap,
I’ve got fingers, similiar to the ones I ask you to use,
I’ve got fingers, the kind that follow direction and give my pussy uninterrupted affection,
You’re a replaceable dick,
But you stay cocky and tell me its not the same,
You say its plastic and you can fuck me out the frame,
Truth be told, plastic condom, plastic dick, its all the same, and because of that I don’t need you to hit me with your lame ass game,
I don’t need you to fuck me at all,
Cuz Susie, Jane, Bunny or Honey can do that just fine without the bullshit,
What I need from you isn’t your dick, especially selfish dick, cheating dick, bullshit dick, whack dick, quick dick, high dick, drunk dick, funky dick, funny dick or abusive dick,
What I need is your love, affection, selflessness, kindness, respect and generosity, adjectives you don’t seem to know the meaning of,
So you wanna act up,
Thinking I’m a put up with your dumb ass ways,
Thinking your dick game is sustaining me,
Or your pipe game is training me,
But that’s where your stupidness shows,
Your dick is replaceable by the cost of 9.99,
Your dick is replaceable by a price that guarantees my pussy always feels fine,
Your dick is replaceable and I think I’ll replace it,
And save myself from the tears and my fears, headache and heartache, stress and aggravation,
Your dick is replaceable so I’m gonna replace it,
Let’s face it,
I don’t need it or the crap that comes with it, out of it, or the male attached to it,
Instead I’ll stay by myself, playing with myself, me and your replaceable dick!

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Now I lay me down to sleep

Dear Lord, I pray protect me on these streets

And If I should die before I wake, I highly doubt it was heavens mistake

I have no mother, no father, no aunt, no uncle, no brother, and no boo

So there’s no one’s soul I’ve got to pray to bless, I do pray though that God lets me rest

This park bench is cold, kind of like my soul, but where else can I lay?

I’ve got no physical home and foster care doesn’t want me there, so I go where I am accepted

Now I lay me down to sleep

Dear Lord, I pray protect me on these streets

And if I should die before I wake, I highly doubt it was heavens mistake

I have no child, no friends, no enemies, for I am an unknown, even foster care has forgotten that I exist,

I’m nothing more than a cell floating around in a bliss

Now I lay me down to sleep

Dear Lord, I pray protect me on these streets

And if I should die before I wake, I highly doubt it was heavens mistake

For such purpose my life does have, it seems to be six feet underneath some grass

And maybe by some miracle, I do not die in vain

Instead my words, my life, my pain, God will see that someone gains

Now I lay me down to sleep

With the thought that if I should die in my sleep, at least, I will have finally gained some peace!

©Lishone’ Bowsky-Written in 1997

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I Owe My Pussy The Biggest Apology

I owe my pussy the biggest apology

I’ve wasted good pussy on bad dick for way too long

Faking it like he bringing out the freak in me,

He not realizing my orgasm is because of me not him,

Lying there mentally convincing myself to come

Dreaming of a woman fucking me as we lay,

Or my mind racing back to my masturbation days,

Cause this man’s dick; size unimportant isn’t hitting my spot

Not because he don’t got the tools, but because he really doesn’t belong here

I’ve done it again!

I’ve made myself a booty call, a friend with benefits, a conquest conquered,

As I lay here, I know in my heart of hearts, this dick will take me nowhere,

Not to a relationship, not to the altar, no where

But I keep thinking—my good-good will change his mind and he’ll love me, wifey me, make me his girl

I owe my pussy the biggest apology

I’ve wasted good pussy on bad dick for way too long

As I hoped and I prayed both the sex and the man would get better with time, but it didn’t and it don’t

I want what I can’t get and I’ve wasted enough time

While it’s partly him, it’s mostly me: This sex got me feeling empty

And no amount of sex will change that

So from this moment on I’ll leave this good pussy for a woman, a toy, or maybe my fingers,

Cause I’m through apologizing to my pussy and I’m way past through on wasting good pussy on bad dick!

Written by: Lishone’ Bowsky-©2008

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Men and their excuses

He told me I scared him,

My loving scared him,

The woman I am scared him,

So he ran like a track star, but instead of winning, he lost

He gave me excuses that showed me just how incompetent he really might be,

He told me I scared him,

My loving scared him,

The woman I am scared him,

He said he wasn’t ready for a ride or die chick,

He wasn’t ready for a loyal bitch, a royal bitch,

But then tells me I’m everything he wants and needs,

If I wasn’t secure his contradiction would be killing me,

Fucking up my head with his dumb shit, incompetent shit,

This dude must think we in high school

He told me I scared him,

My loving scared him,

The woman I am scared him,

So he ran like a track star and instead of winning, he lost

I don’t build bridges to nowhere or mountains of nothingness

and fear will get you nowhere,

So be scared my dear, but you will continue to lose,

Not me, beccause my race you’ve already lost, but someone else,

But maybe not, because some women would buy your excuses,

Too bad,

So sad,

It ain’t me!

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