What are creepy speech/ poems
What are your creepy poems or speech that disturbs others.
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lordofthekeyboard
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sexysonofsam
The boy stood on the burning deck,
digging his nose like mad,
he rolled it into little balls and shot it at his dad!There was a girl named Lacy
who painted her arse like a daisy
the looks were alright
the colours were quite bright
but the smell was a hell of a failure!There was a lady from Japan
who wanted to ride on a tram
the dirty conductor pulled out his constructor,
now she is pushing a pramThere was a man from Wales
who lived on snot, sand and snails
he was not at ease
so he changed to cheese
which he scratched from his cock with his nails.There was a man from Calcutta
who slept with his wife in the gutter
the tropical sun burned a hole through his bum
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BlackyHancock
tender meat hangs on chains
but now it comes out of your ass
Brains dressed with dirty stall fed oxen
oh 'tis greater to have loved to do a big poo than to never poo at all
running out of the toilet scared by huge turds
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Terence_the_viking
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Doktor_Hildred_Von_Steinmann
My daughter screams every night. I visit her grave and beg her to stop, but she never listens.
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kingofcarrotflowers
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kingofcarrotflowers
Daddy
BY SYLVIA PLATH
You do not do, you do not do
Any more, black shoe
In which I have lived like a foot
For thirty years, poor and white,
Barely daring to breathe or Achoo.Daddy, I have had to kill you.
You died before I had time——
Marble-heavy, a bag full of God,
Ghastly statue with one gray toe
Big as a Frisco sealAnd a head in the freakish Atlantic
Where it pours bean green over blue
In the waters off beautiful Nauset.
I used to pray to recover you.
Ach, du.In the German tongue, in the Polish town
Scraped flat by the roller
Of wars, wars, wars.
But the name of the town is common.
My Polack friendSays there are a dozen or two.
So I never could tell where you
Put your foot, your root,
I never could talk to you.
The tongue stuck in my jaw.It stuck in a barb wire snare.
Ich, ich, ich, ich,
I could hardly speak.
I thought every German was you.
And the language obsceneAn engine, an engine
Chuffing me off like a Jew.
A Jew to Dachau, Auschwitz, Belsen.
I began to talk like a Jew.
I think I may well be a Jew.The snows of the Tyrol, the clear beer of Vienna
Are not very pure or true.
With my gipsy ancestress and my weird luck
And my Taroc pack and my Taroc pack
I may be a bit of a Jew.I have always been scared of you,
With your Luftwaffe, your gobbledygoo.
And your neat mustache
And your Aryan eye, bright blue.
Panzer-man, panzer-man, O You——Not God but a swastika
So black no sky could squeak through.
Every woman adores a Fascist,
The boot in the face, the brute
Brute heart of a brute like you.You stand at the blackboard, daddy,
In the picture I have of you,
A cleft in your chin instead of your foot
But no less a devil for that, no not
Any less the black man whoBit my pretty red heart in two.
I was ten when they buried you.
At twenty I tried to die
And get back, back, back to you.
I thought even the bones would do.But they pulled me out of the sack,
And they stuck me together with glue.
And then I knew what to do.
I made a model of you,
A man in black with a Meinkampf lookAnd a love of the rack and the screw.
And I said I do, I do.
So daddy, I’m finally through.
The black telephone’s off at the root,
The voices just can’t worm through.If I’ve killed one man, I’ve killed two——
The vampire who said he was you
And drank my blood for a year,
Seven years, if you want to know.
Daddy, you can lie back now.There’s a stake in your fat black heart
And the villagers never liked you.
They are dancing and stamping on you.
They always knew it was you.
Daddy, daddy, you bastard, I’m through.Comment Hidden ( show )
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