p***y with a smile

p***y with a smile

A Poem by alan khan
"

outlaw

"

my hands grip the steel.

my foot rested flat on the floor.

 

the body shakes

and the beast under the hood begs for rest.

 

a pink p***y pulls along side at red.

his 358735 dollar shade blinds himself from his own reflection.

his wide bright grin damges the socket.

 

the dried hold crusts around his skin

while the spikes pierce the roof of his daddy's four rings b***h car. (audi)

 

"whats up f****t?"

seriously?

 

foley and past King tell me to swideswipe the a*****e

rip out the seat and teach him a thing or two about skin to fist melody

 

but i;m tired of stupid bullshit f*****g tough guy lines and antics.

my fists now bricks

and skin now leather

and heart like drums.

beat and tighten and break for all that is worthy.

 

the p*****s speed off.

my new philosphy on p***y...(f**k it)...letting him go.

 

i ease on through the deserted terrible streets. on down the road.

the beast takes its rest

 

"the art of fighting without fighting."

© 2009 alan khan


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P***Y GALORE... great imagery, great descriptive phrasing, ferociously pique-est..,
I especially love this: 1.the body shakes and the beast under the hood begs for rest.
2.his 358735 dollar shade blinds himself from his own reflection.
his wide bright grin damages the socket. (???358735 I need clarification)
Guess you have an allergic reaction to AUDI (S) ...
Love this: but i;m tired of stupid bullshit f*****g tough guy lines and antics.
my fists now bricks and skin now leather and heart like drums. beat and tighten
and break for all that is worthy. (FANTASTIC MALE BRAVADO but you back away-good 4 you))))
A KILLER ENDING LINE..
BRAVO KIDDO
LeeLee PS:Did you mean to not mark P***y as a mature themed poem ????


Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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the anger seems to make this flow better, I get what your getting at. Very different, but very good.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

i found it really interesting, i totally get what you mean, it is much more difficult to not hit someone then actually raise your hand. it seems at first is cowardice but then revels its inner strength.

great piece bro.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

P***Y GALORE... great imagery, great descriptive phrasing, ferociously pique-est..,
I especially love this: 1.the body shakes and the beast under the hood begs for rest.
2.his 358735 dollar shade blinds himself from his own reflection.
his wide bright grin damages the socket. (???358735 I need clarification)
Guess you have an allergic reaction to AUDI (S) ...
Love this: but i;m tired of stupid bullshit f*****g tough guy lines and antics.
my fists now bricks and skin now leather and heart like drums. beat and tighten
and break for all that is worthy. (FANTASTIC MALE BRAVADO but you back away-good 4 you))))
A KILLER ENDING LINE..
BRAVO KIDDO
LeeLee PS:Did you mean to not mark P***y as a mature themed poem ????


Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

the scheme was interesting.. very nice write. I loved the topic and the anger made the poem very nice, it gave it a good flow.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I think you're letting your ego get in the way of your actual thought, let go

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

it was different but i liked it, i almost saw a fight the other day on the road, road rage is crazy sometimes, nice piece brah

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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