fly south

this poem is on many aspects. love, mothers, family, nature, flying craft, etc. when in the cave they are in the belly of mother earth. and make love. the gal is pregnant. when both are in the fighter plane, in the belly, its the same. in mother earth, in the gal's belly etc. i could expand hugely on all this. the gal cradles the laser controls like a baby. shes at the rear of the craft. got her guy's back...

Fly South
I see you babe in your dark blue Air Force shorts
Your legs look great for thirty five
I grab you and hold you close
Rub your pussy feel your thighs
Make you sigh for you want me
As I do you right now and I do
Take you right now slip your shorts down
And I go to work on and with you
The right twenty minutes but later
We are done and must go to war
Our aircraft is parked under the trees
A short walk from our small cave
We climb aboard and do the checks
You're at my back and have it
Always guarding my behind and butt
You and your laser gun there
Your firing controls near your cunt
Where my cock normally is
You the destroyer now now mother
As you'll soon to be if we survive
This fucking battle with our kindred
Who decided to rebel and kill us all
I guess androids and drones want equality
None of them look as good as you
Not even the fuck bots who are ace
I imagine your legs now and look on CCTV
You see me and grin and wave
I return it and send you my love
Time for war my love lets fly to battle
In a roar of exhaust we take off and fly south...

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Fly South

I see you babe in your dark blue Air Force shorts

Your legs look great for thirty five

I grab you and hold you close

Rub your pussy feel your thighs

Make you sigh for you want me

As I do you right now and I do

Take you right now slip your shorts down

And I go to work on and with you

The right twenty minutes but later

We are done and must go to war

Our aircraft is parked under the trees

A short walk from our small cave

We climb aboard and do the checks

You're at my back and have it

Always guarding my behind and butt

You and your laser gun there

Your firing controls near your cunt

Where my cock normally is

You the destroyer now not mother

As you'll soon to be if we survive 

This fucking battle with our kindred

Who decided to rebel and kill us all

I guess androids and drones want equality

None of them look as good as you

Not even the fuck bots who are ace

I imagine your legs now and look on CCTV

You see me and grin and wave

I return it and send you my love

Time for war my love lets fly to battle

In a roar of exhaust we take off and fly south...

for ir book

IR

Those five years of  1987 and 1991

When there was nobody and no one for me

Except myself kingdom of me

Things happened all the wrong ways

Dealt with it myself and it showed

I did survive and now look back

If only I had known how it would be...

Together Not Weak

Those bastards made me who I am today

Partly in regard to my attitude and views

And experiences in several ways

My peers I knew at school and local area

We interacted mostly in negative ways

I was bullied and in turn bullied others

I had to fight to stop them and in turn

Was fought back against in a long circle

Round and round it went name calling

Fighting and more in the school yard

And classroom from age 4 to 16

Not to mention on the streets 

Where I hung out with my real mates

Those who had my back no matter what

They were bullied too so we stuck together

And offered resistance to those who hated us

Two weak people are stronger together

Than two individuals alone who were targets

Torn apart by the incessant name calling

Violent fucking bullies who were our enemies

Who we in turn targeted in our own ways

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By Craig J. Burt/Jimmy Boom Semtex
What can I say about you
That hasn't already been said
Come on over tonight
I'm ready to give you some head
Seduce me
Ravish me
I adore your mind & body
Let's get high tonight...

No words need to be said
But we both know that theatre is good
So we repeat the words again
As we do the actions and thoughts
It's different every time
And just as new new new
As high as my cock babe...

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virus poems

Equality

She sucked him like a sax player

Each gobble act inhaling his virus

She would soon pass it to her next client

The walking incubator city whore

Fucking both peasants and the President

All became infected and would soon die

World Changer

Zom zon zombie gonna get you

Cull your body and eat your insides

Turn you into one of them

Monster of the night

Demon of the flesh

Not of the Christian world

Belonging to the night

All from the China virus

It was different from other viruses

The incubating zombie virus 

Local Slags

Freak sisters get it on

Licking and biting one another

Both odd gals in this world

Just like a man in a dress

But the bits are real

If a bit off centre

I've fucked them both

They each carry my seed

Our offspring will be a zombie

Immune to the Chinese virus

We will own the world

King of the slag heap

New Stoneage

From a horror film it descended

From Red China where they eat anything

The virus their fucking karma

It taught them a lesson and us too

But mostly the Red Chinese

And their rabid Communist red leadership

Culling them all and bringing collapse

Of the biggest state in the world

9/10s died unlike 6/10s elsewhere

It was almost the end of our world

A New Stoneage dawned...

Virus Red China/Karma most bad for them all/We slowly die next

Scary Outbreak film/Ebola tale reality/Fiction becomes real

Again Jump

All fall down dead from this virus

Nobody is better rich or poor

There are no winners only losers

New plague cleansing the face of the world

Eradicating us the cancers

It started in Red China

All blame on them for eating

What should of been left alone

Snakes and bats have the last laugh

Cross transference of virus

Jumping the species gap, again

Cyrus the Virus

Cyrus the Virus loved the Chinks

Striking them down like nine pins

Nobody was immune from young to old

Living in the city or mountains

This virus would find you and hit

Giving you a cold or death

What a terrible thing not good

Nothing good would come of this

Except the planet reducing us

Us the cancer that ravish and rape 

The world on which we live

Mother Nature got even

With the Chinks and rest of us

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white pussy series

Coming Chair

Her chair is vacant now

There is a place where her pussy was

It still has a faint smell and stain

Where she climaxed and came

That was a sight to see

Imagine it now for her chair is empty

Till she returns and cums again

Then you must witness her

Doing what she does best

Coming in her special chair

This lady is the talk of the town

And her chair the talk of the nation

Because its a special chair

That belongs to an ordinary gal

Who joins together with the chair

To create something magical

You'll never view anything like her

Climaxing and coming in her chair

She will soon be here to show you

Rub Rub Time

Rumble rumble tickle the pussy

See how bald it is

How pulsing red the clit is

Go give it a tickle and kiss

I'm sure the pussy will approve

Lovely pussy strokes

Nice and wet

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varied

Liquor Town

War came to town in all the bad ways

Hard men fighting pumped up

Loaded with liquor and ideas

Thinking they're the hardest

Blood will flow like whisky

Soon it'll start just see

Men becoming men

The oldest only way

Later knowing the truth

Did they win or lose?

Liquor fight men

Tick Tocker

See the old man buck the pussy

His skinny white ass

Pumps away like mad

Eyes popping in his head

Unreal grin he's on it!

Let's hope he cums

Before his ticker fails!

Purple Guinea Pig

Growl growl bite bite goes the guinea pig

As she rips out your fucking throat

The fierce guinea pig purple in coloured

Not to be fucked with or name called

She'll hunt you down and kill ya!

And talks like a real American

The purple guinea pig who growls

Straight from the chest

Hear her and you're screwed

Get ready to be eaten

Purple guinea pig style!

Change Things

Would it change things 

if the Wizard of Oz was gay?

if Mickey Mouse was Chinese?

if Adolf Hitler was French?

if Mitsubish was Spanish?

if cats had six legs?

if the Bible was in Braille?

if the world was triangular?

if the Universe was finite?

if we were all kind?

Thing about that

3s
Skirt lifted up
Hand on pussy
Other on boob
3 big orgasms
Hot good fun






Crap Job Benefits
So many jobs suck
Like the one you do
Just like being a whore
Order your boss one
Force him to be gobbled
In front of his wife
Bound and gagged
She's butt fucked next
Part of the fun
Of a crap job

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Vacations

Your wife is out of town for 4 days

Getting fucked by 2 young black men

While you enjoy your wife's lovely older sister

What a wonderful arrangement

May I join both all on separate days?

Ashore At Baler

We go to one place via another

To do an activity and then leave

If we are allowed to do so

If we are not dead or burnt alive

Or heart stolen by a local gal

We go to this place from afar

Not expecting to be here

Or to do what we must

This is the way it is 

For when you're not local

You have to do things

That the locals couldn't do

Like blowing up the tunnels

Full of live enemy soldiers

Have no pity for if we switched

Some of us are from Texas

Others from Maine or Idaho

We have one thing in common

We are in the Army and must fight

This battle and the next

Till we win then return home

For those who remain here

They are never forgotten

This land is now theirs

A home from home

The 6th Division at Mt Mataba 

And other unnamed hills

Star Jumps

I love the way your boobs

Bounce up and down

When you do star jumps

It's so amazing to see

You sporty lady

Observed

You micro manage our performance

Like germs under a microscope

Always watching probing controlling

We are never free but nor are you

All of us are observed from afar

Stand Over

You have a hard time 

Understanding me

I do myself too

Now you know how I feel

What exactly am I?

Other than me

Risk Level

You blindly venture

Through a flak filled sky

You never ever lived my life

No fucking comparison

war poems

Numbers Game

The system of metrics really sucked

Such was Army life

Each man just a number

Just like his boots or rifle

Or number of bullets he was given

The army was a number

Numbered soldiers and weapons

To do a job of killing the enemy

In bigger numbers than he did to us

The army was a numbers game

We are just a metrical number

A serial numbered soldier

All a numbers game

Like the war contracts

Profit in wartime

Just numbers

We a number

Missiles made profit/Make us strong and rich like God/Our enemy fires back

Tank squeaks heavy tracks/Fifty tons of death killing you/See you in heaven