now mutilate this fucking doll
i dare you
make it dirty one more time
like when you had a first glimpse
to notice sadness in those eyes.
and devilish without guilt
take away her glow
plaster that pretty smile
make her appear to be a whore.
oh! when she’s alive
you fantasize -
typifies her to be this dumb blonde,
‘ah, my cup of tea’
when you would have wanted to suck her blood
eat raw and fresh,
this is queer
you imagine her to write poetry
rouse your established cadence
surprisingly, she slaps with words it stings
26 Jun 11
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"the" not "those" in L5. Something's missing (a subject) in L16. Eat her ______ raw and fresh, fuck her. (A comma would work after "fresh.) L's 18-26 try too hard to keep the momentum going. I'd consider scrapping 'em. Otherwise, this is off to a good, raunchy start. :-)
dolores phuk in
this has been posted 6 months ago if i'm not mistaken. how can you not say you're not a fucking doll when you stand alone and cold your chills are 'blanketed as needed'. LOL, typical egotist. passe anyway.
fuckin' plastic massive
Larry barbed Mr. Doll Lark
thanks, starr. 'those' were for the eyes, not as sharp as yours. yeah, last stanza needs scrapping or maybe all of it, hehe. passe anyway, as one puts it earlier. thanks to others who cared to read.
I LOVE it, but as I said before, the last stanza kills it. It's excellently written. :-)
again thanks, starr. will consider scrapping but not now i'm in rage.
Awwww...hope u feel better and I'll rate NOW so I don't forget later. :-)