Make Poems Dont Make Babies

Make Poems Dont Make Babies
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To Anonymous Asshole

“You obviously wrote this in the head of the moment, as it all rhymes so well! lol You tell the tosser firoze, goodie too hot to handle, .. Braveheart.”

I write poems in my head
Thank you
Brave heart
Well said
I wrote some poems on my bed
Firoze Alas Shakir my surname
Tagged instead
Fuck this is after I got wed
Asthamatic , finger fucked
half dead ..
a cock seminal poems bled
First Asif , tip toed tread
Than Saif on the bed spread
With a few strands a bald head
I was expecting Fais
It was Samiya
Jumped the Vaginal Trap
Door instead
wife after 29 years
has nightmares
missing her period
the dread
A blogger a
Bottlenecked
River bend
SMS to the Lord
I send that my
Designer Ass from
Anonymous Assholes
At Bloggerspot
tattooing spam
He defend…
I dont want
another child
or a posthumous poem
as an epitaph
for my bitter end.
So make poems
Don’t make babies
I recommend
these thoughts
unpoetic like my
pictorial thoughts
instantly penned
my hand covering
my swollen headed rear end
this is dedicated
to Tai Chi Italy
my poem hunted
miss carriage shunted
best friend..
censored soul
poetic heavens
ascend
all her critics
the goodness
of Steve Irwin befriend.
live and let others live
poetically
without tickling
each others butt ends..

update
god save me from the wrath
of Australian racist poet
mind bent a foce half spent
wont return the compliment
that I lent after my multi colored
posterior this manic hell bent
with his limericks
my poems he tried to dent
an ugly toad he wont repent
he was coming to beat me to pulp
in Mumbai but the pilot
offloaded this drunk at Tashkent
breach of trust with fraudulent intent
the Tashkent folks trid to sell him into
white slavery with a discount of 99.9 percent
but nobody wants him
this poetic disaster a natural event
blue blood warm greetings
genetic mapping for criminalty
as line of descent




Tai Chi has disappeared too … she was a great influence at Poem Hunter.. erotica will never be the same…deleted at the mercy of misfortune and fame…

3 July 2007
I was planning after having deleted 1002 poems a few months back at Poem Hunter to once again repost a few , as in all honesty it is Poem Hunter , my poems , my critics my friends , my Indian colored ass baiters and haters like Foster Blaine , Ivan Donne Arsewell that put me in a Hall of Fame among Top 500 poets..I dont know if I desrve it as I mostly wrote on human butchered parts the cock, the cunt, fuck , asshole, this was the dark side of the Moon in cerebral cleavage .
I went to Poem Hunter ,this is what faced me on the publishing page :

Please do not submit poems contain words like; fu.k, cu.t etc.

Poems contain these kind of words will be removed.

So I posted two tame ones and fled, why dont the have an Adult Section beats me , Erotica is a Art specially as Poems.
Poems can be pornographic yet dole out wisdom..
Anyway my notoriety preceedes me I am happy adding to my shelf life her at Flickrs

I wrote two lines too...

For US$ 47 Here at Flickes I am called a Pro
I go down, I give head I suck , pictures poems
and some more
Yes I am not an ordinary member for two years
on the Yahoo network I am a Whore
Yes even little naughty children on the roads
call me Pro..
I bet you guys did not know
Now I post so much working my balls off
as I plough
Wife just yelled out from the kitchen
When the Fuck are you going to make some Dough.
Blogging Flogging empty pockets but nothing else to show.

Yes My wife hates pictures, poems internet and most of me..
Now where was I ...