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Array ( [sid] => 73350 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => stuffed. [time] => 2004-11-27 17:32:24 [hometext] => a brief feeling of huge annoyance at the insensitive impulses of the male species (dont b offended lol) [bodytext] => I look on in horror and disgust
As you feast your eyes
On your next dirty, primitive meal.
Repulsed that one of my own kind
Would offer everything so gladly and openly,
Whilst you Stuff your senses with her image.
It makes me vomit, makes me cry
That you will pretend to understand my feelings
And then escape with nightfall to another world
Where no language is understood but that of the
Libido-driven neanderthal.
How could you, how dare you?
Is reality not satisfying enough?
So much so, that after being fulfilled
By your make-believe ****
You find it amusing to
Have pride in the distance of your result.
Oh, you contemptuous, loathesome being.
You are all the same.
We will never learn. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 170 [topic] => 6 [informant] => dolly_dagger [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => AngryPoetry )

stuffed.

Contributed by dolly_dagger on Saturday, 27th November 2004 @ 05:32:24 PM in AEST
Topic: AngryPoetry

I look on in horror and disgust
As you feast your eyes
On your next dirty, primitive meal.
Repulsed that one of my own kind
Would offer everything so gladly and openly,
Whilst you Stuff your senses with her image.
It makes me vomit, makes me cry
That you will pretend to understand my feelings
And then escape with nightfall to another world
Where no language is understood but that of the
Libido-driven neanderthal.
How could you, how dare you?
Is reality not satisfying enough?
So much so, that after being fulfilled
By your make-believe ****
You find it amusing to
Have pride in the distance of your result.
Oh, you contemptuous, loathesome being.
You are all the same.
We will never learn.

Copyright © dolly_dagger ... [ 2004-11-27 17:32:24]
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Re: stuffed. (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Saturday, 27th November 2004 @ 08:16:35 PM AEST
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Certainly an eyebrow-raiser.

And yes of course you'll never learn. heh, ;o)

Re: stuffed. (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Monday, 27th December 2004 @ 07:12:11 PM AEST
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brutal hunni

i feel the same. which is werid, and none to pleasent either. curse the human mind, it is pathetic and flimsy.

good poem tho =)

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