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When did I become a mule for your baggage? I became a buffer in your fucked-up marriage. I was a child when you treated me like a therapist,
By CT Idlehouse2 months ago in Poets
Let the kids be kids, they opine from the podium... That'd be ideal if you weren't the ones molesting 'em. I had to learn pretty damn early that boys are incorrigible.
How fucking lonely must I be To believe that I can see A love beyond the computer screen? / I don't even really know him
Heart, we need to talk this out... You need to stop this feeling shit. We don't really know him at all, Yet you've fallen right off the fucking cliff.
By CT Idlehouse3 months ago in Poets
On the first day of Fuck This Orange Hitler gave to thee The worst president in history. / On the second day of Fuck This
It's the blood red, Aryan white, and bruise blue, What kind of meat can I get for you? We have kids with bullet holes at 50 percent off
Behold! It is I! A fat woman! See all my rolls, My flabby arms, My overlapping belly. Yes, it's true: I'm the scourge of humanity.
You don't like that I call out all your bigot shit, You call me woke, You call me broke, And start throwing a hissy fit.
By CT Idlehouse4 months ago in Poets
They kept telling me "God is love," But then did the fucking opposite. Spend so much time praising God above, That you forget the people who exist.
My hands aren't made to touch you... My arms aren't meant to hold babies. My legs aren't made to open for you. My pussy ain't the place for your decrees.
You could have lived out your life in peace, Enjoying the fruits of your labor. But instead of living the dream, You rebuffed it all to be a hater.
Is there a government office not full of sex pests? Is there a church in this country not manned by degenerates? Why are we obsessing about Bubba Trump giving head
