WHO THE FUCK IS FIROZE SHAKIR

WHO THE FUCK IS FIROZE SHAKIR
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I did not provoke you
You rotten putrid fetid flesh
From a rotten English Clit
Wilkinson Rusty Old Blade
English born
Racist dimwit
Get ready
To get
The information
On a Poet Blogger
Photographer No 1
You moronic
Hate filled
English twit
Wake up
Unwashed Ass Hole
Pathetic
You with your
Useless instrument
That does not satisfy
Your wife or the
Roadside Whore
Must I mention it.
or are you a Closet Queen
A poet pederast
To think of it
You hate Indians
You presumptuous lout
Slimy English nitwit
Among the Top 20
Favorite poets
Firoze Shakir
At the Poem Hunter Poets list
Also Top 500
So be it
And my Alter Ego
Love Poetry Hate Racism
Inching its way across
Your poetic arse
To bomb it
Now do you still want to
Know who the Fuck is
Firoze Shakir
Its plastered on your bum
Like a neon lit sticker
Please don’t remove it

SORRY OLD CHAP

SORRY OLD CHAP
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Sorry Old Chap
Wilkinson rusty old blade
Never knew your wife was laid up
And was not giving you
You daily dose of sex
That another mans woman
You need to trade
You horny racist
English bastard
Your character
Your vileness
Your hate for all things
Indian you parade
It’s not your fault
Cheer Up
Racism is mostly
Home grown and English made
And the recent news at a poetry forum
Your wife from her Nigger Driver
Has caught the Aids
For his services
I believe she had not paid
Take Care
Great English Poet
You do need a bitch
To release you’re pent up anger
Your conjugal rights
Badly betrayed
Using Firoze Shakir
As a poetic excuse
Poemhunter poets
Dead society you degrade
Louts like you
You English Cocker Spaniel Sucker
I am unafraid
Get Ready
Come with a Sword
Come with a Scimitar
Come with your Balls
Tied to a Hand Grenade

Thank you Vikram G Aarella
For coming to my aid

SORRY OLD CHAP

SORRY OLD CHAP
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Sorry Old Chap
Wilkinson rusty old blade
Never knew your wife was laid up
And was not giving you
You daily dose of sex
That another mans woman
You need to trade
You horny racist
English bastard
Your character
Your vileness
Your hate for all things
Indian you parade
It’s not your fault
Cheer Up
Racism is mostly
Home grown and English made
And the recent news at a poetry forum
Your wife from her Nigger Driver
Has caught the Aids
For his services
I believe she had not paid
Take Care
Great English Poet
You do need a bitch
To release you’re pent up anger
Your conjugal rights
Badly betrayed
Using Firoze Shakir
As a poetic excuse
Poemhunter poets
Dead society you degrade
Louts like you
You English Cocker Spaniel Sucker
I am unafraid
Get Ready
Come with a Sword
Come with a Scimitar
Come with your Balls
Tied to a Hand Grenade

Thank you Vikram G Aarella
For coming to my aid

POEM HUNTER POET TERRORISTS JEHADDIS

POEM HUNTER POET TERRORISTS JEHADDIS
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A new breed of Terrorism on
The Heart and Soul of Poetry
A hemorrhagic cyst
By poet turncoats now turned terrorists
Who send you hate messages
Like letter bombs with a twist
They get more aggressive
If you hit back
With lots of poems
They call it poetry spam because you and only you
Good poet are seen on the poem hunter poem list
They bombard you these poet Jehaddis
With anonymously written poems
If you do resist
They will trouble you that
You cut open your wrist
They don’t want you in their midst
They have more recruits wanting to enlist
Poets turned terrorists Jihaddi waiting list
Don’t ever be fooled by these poets
Racism in Poetry does Exist

Aaj Shia Eid E Zehra Manayenge

Aaj Shia Eid E Zehra Manayenge
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Yazidiyat ke thekedar apne billon me
Kan mein ruee dalkar kambhal mein chip jayenge
Kyon ki aaj Shia eide e zehra manayenge
Lal jhande hussainiyat ke gharon se lehrayenge
Hazrat imam hussain ke katilon par lanat bhijwayenge
Ek maan ko apna haq dilayenge
3 villain item girl ka jashan maneyenge
Enke putle ghar ghar mein jalayenge
Gul gule pakakar sare mohalle mein batwaenge
Bar umar lanat kehte hue gali gali mein chilayenge
Aaj kazmain mein Syed Pidwi nazar aeyenge
Janwaron ki boli mein umar ababukar usman
Ke pyari ada mein kisse sunayenge
Aaj bacche bhi wah wah lagayenge
Jab janab pidvi sahib apne hathon ka action dikhayenge
Marne marane wale bhi shamil hojayenge
Janab showzab designer sherwani mein putla jalayenge
Bacche budhe dhele lagaayenge
Phir chote chote fire engine apna karishma dikhaenge
Mehfilen jamengi aaj tukbandi karnewale bhi
Shayar banjayenge

Searching for God

Searching for God
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Me: Grandma whom are you searching.?
Grandma: Son I am searching for God.
Me :But Ma this is Chor Bazaar the Thieves Market , you must go to a temple
Find your God there.
Grandma : I went there too but it has become a thieves market too, only buyers and sellers no God, there. His soul has fled his body.
Me :So have you found God here.
Grandma: Yes I have he is there right behind you.
I instantly turned back, there was nothing, even grandma had disappeared

A FEW POETS HYPOCRITES

A FEW POETS HYPOCRITES
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There is a bunch of poets
Who were born bitter
Lived lividly bitter
And now at the end of the road
Are still very morbidly bitter
These poet hypocrites
Double zeros
And a single
Pain in the ass
Of a cheese bit
Who groan moan
As they poetically
On other poets poems shit
Adding their mournful life’s tidbit
On better poets faces as they spit
Now this should really bother
poets whom the cap actually fits
even those that have gone in for a sex change
and have started growing tits
those that have artificially
perforated holes on their Moby dick
tyrannical transgender claustrophobic clits
poetry at poem hunter is democratically
based on hits
click fraud that gives
you a poetic clean chit
to wit
the poem hunter forum
with a daily change of skit
headed by morons and a few poet twits
lady poets going over the hill
as they continuously bullshit
Yankees Aussies Scots and Brits
Indians dogs not allowed
Says the poem hurter forum wall plate
Don’t you see racism as it is