Limp

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You’re tiring of me

Quick as quick

I can already feel the limpness in your dick.

What a pity. What a shame.

The fire between us , isn’t eternal flame.

So, so sad. So, so tragic.

That I can no longer work my magic.

‘Treat you mean and keep you keen’?

A kick to the guts? A jab to spleen?

Must I really become a shard

In order for you to get hard?

Screw it. Let this thing end

Before we are no longer friends.

(c) Slumpless

Half-ass Bad-ass

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You’re not really a rebel, are you?

With your skull tattoos and lost soul vibe.

You sit on a bike that you can’t  ride

You smoke pot all the time so you can’t drive.

You walk with a swagger but have no sway

Your ridiculous stories give you away

Your ‘live in the moment’ constant retort

Although you really do nothing of the sort.

You like heavy-metal fine.. ok

You over insist that you’re not ‘gay’

You’re mean though

I’ll give you that.

Shut me out of life

Make me feel like a twat.

You’re a rebel without a reason

I committed no crime or treason.

I wanted you and that was all

Your worst crime was to pretend to fall

You’re full of crap and rather crass

You’re really not a good.. bad-ass.

(c) Slumpless

Judge Mental

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No… I wouldn’t say I’m judgmental.

Sorry. What’s that?

You don’t drink coffee?

Wuss! 🙂

#sorrynotsorry

(c) Slumpless

Google

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Anonywuss

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‘What’s in a name?’

Shame. Shame.Shame.

I would be giving you the key to me

My thoughts would be censored

Tailored.

No it’s better this way.

No fame. No fuss.

I would rather be anonywuss.

(c)Slumpless

Tall Tales

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Cinderella said she lost her shoe by ‘accident’

But she was no fool

She knew the prince adored her.

She had felt his arousal against her leg.

Snow white flirted with all the huntsmen

It got her stepmother’s back up

When she shagged them in the stables.

Hansel and Gretel were too close for comfort

Their parents didn’t know what to do.

They sent them to the old lady in the woods

Hoping for a cure.

But their lust for one another was unquenchable.

They killed her for trying to tear them apart.

Read between the lines.

Question everything.

The world is full of  tall tales

And we lap them up like children.

(c) Slumpless

 

My Emotional Calendar

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What it’s like living in a ‘temperate’ climate:

January start not good for the heart.

Its endless grey takes my breath away.

February is worse with its dreadful curse

Of feeling it should be spring

But instead: Nothing. Nothing. Nothing

What about ‘Valentine’?

I hear you whine?

Fine.

One ok day. Then back to grey.

Oh dear then there’s March another month of bleak

Week after wretched week.

April doesn’t fare much better

Oh yeah and the weather is wetter.

Hurray it’s May …at last Summer

No wait .. more rain … bummer

Oh June please bring in the sun

I’m dying for beachtime fun

Wait wait July is dry… ish

Summer living a distant wish.

August  a surprise

With its beautiful blue skies

September I can breathe with yearning

The leaves are finally turning.

October.I begin to dream

And look forward to Halloween.

November you bring frost and sometimes snow

I love sitting beside the fire’s glow.

December darkness is dotted with lights

Oh how I love the Christmas sights.

I adore the smells, the cold the glimmer

In Winter time I really shimmer.

But wait oh wait it’s really scary

Already back to January.

(c) Slumpless