Poems On Site: 198,500+ Comments On Poems: 427,000+ Forum Posts: 105,000+ |
Custom Search
|
|
||||
Welcome ! | Home · FAQ · Topics · Web Links · Your Account · Submit Poetry · Top 30 · OldSite Link | 29-May 14:28:00 AEST | ||
|
||||
|
||||
|
|
Array
(
[sid] => 183678
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => The Hate-Mangled Manner
[time] => 2016-10-22 20:25:32
[hometext] => to the tune of the ‘Star Spangled Banner’… don’t worry, HRC will get her serve on ‘America the Beautiful’…
[bodytext] => / //// / and the blustery air, took hold of his hair, and it fell to the side where his pink scalp just fried. while he tightened his squint, and brushed off the lint from suits cut to hide, a body on the slide with delicate hands, at odds with his glands. oh, say are you ready to reap what you sow? honour your contracts, and pay-what-you-owe. and the puckered baby-lips under cosmetically tight eyes, framed over-white teeth quite crooked beneath. and his skin shone like bronze, with thumbs up like the Fonz as he muttered and skulked, rambled and hulked through scandal and debate, festering hate. but the tie, pink and long, as a substitute schlong didn’t come with the balls to command the town halls. oh say are you forgetting some of your meds? if it’s pills or politics, you just-prefer-reds. and his finger, held high willing some lift, as if some old wood would make us vote good (so good, you won’t believe it). and the girls he would stalk, just ‘locker room talk’ with his tongue down their throats, courting their votes. yet he claimed it all lies from the Hillary camp, said: ‘if ugly or fat I wouldn’t hit that!’ oh say will you grab the big button this time? if it’s missiles or muff, it still-is-a-crime. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 121 [topic] => 41 [informant] => spike [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => political )
|