Bar Steward Town poems to do

Bar Steward Town 10

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Bar Steward Town 5

A certain type of person lives in that town

Bar Steward Town a breeding ground for nasties

Especially the male species who are thugs

Doing unspeakable things to people

I've experienced their malicious ways

And nasty spiked words with intent

Take a certain individual who worked with me

We did a job fixing buses in the big garage

He was a total fucker who deserved to be culled

His poison infected everybody including me

I'm glad I only have memories of him

They go in this poem for him and his type

Beware of them and don't give an inch

They only respect themselves and their aims

You are nothing to them as are their own kind

They are negative self centred bar stewards

Each living in a world revolving round them

The town breeds certain types of people

It must be something unknown in the water

Especially the male species in this town

Never ever trust them or their aims

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Bar Steward Town 6

What type of mother pimps out her own daughter?

Bar Steward Town

They do it in this town it helps feed the hordes

And put illegal weapons on the table weed 

Class A drugs and stolen goods are bought and sold

To sell on for further gain more crimes carried out

Adding to illicit gains from the sex trade

A buck suck and fuck the cheapest in town

If you take advantage of this service

You perpetuate this and make it worse

Bar Steward Town the UK's worst

Nowhere comes close to this where a mum

Pimps out her own daughter for cash

And doing it herself the best teacher

This is the way it is generation to generation

Will the daughter's daughter be the same?

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Bar Steward Town 9

Bar Steward Town

There were some nice ones

Marooned like islands in a dark sea

Positive elements buffeted by negativity

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Bar Steward Town 10

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Dual Mirror

I always want to be a part of YOUR PRESENT 

The way you look in those shorts

Almost as good as me

I've more ink

Dear lady

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to do list

1.........to goin cc 191

there we fucking go...

sent to facefuck in regard my personal acc being locked out. plus... well read it...

HERE. THIS IS THE 2ND TIME THIS HAS HAPPENED. I AM NOT FUCKING HAPPY. WHAT THE FUCK WILL YOU DO ABOUT THIS? I AM AN AUTHOR AND WAS POSTING MY NEW ADULT EROTIC BOOK WHEN YOU LOCKED MY ACCOUNT AGAIN. MY WORK HAS THE USUAL DISCLAIMERS ETC. SO WHAT IS THE FUCKING ISSUE? FREEDOM OF FUCKING SPEECH?

ALSO ALSO ALSO...

YOU DELETED MY AUTHOR ACCOUNT - NAME NICK ARMBRISTER/JIMMY BOOM SEMTEX

LINKED EMAIL - N*******@GMAIL.COM / MOBILE NO *********

I WAS LOCKED OUT AS MY PHONE WAS LOST. I CONTACTED YOU AND YOU DELETED MY FUCKING ACCOUNT AFTER 1ST DEACTIVATING IT? ARE YOU FUCKING STUPID? I ASKED FOR HELP, EMAILED YOU FOR HELP AND THEN YOU DARE DELETE MY OTHER FUCKING ACCOUNT?

IT IS NO WONDER PEOPLE HATE YOUR SITE AND LEAVE TO USE RIVAL SITES. OVER TO YOU... NICK ARMBRISTER

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2.........maybe for ir 73499 or not decide...


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book idea...bizarre stories ppl told me book eg vix on cock then fuck gal. change the names. make it funny/mad/­interesting. jbs book. last in 2020 series.

irate haiku lol

Above as below/We are here same old events/Will it ever stop?

The coin flips over/And so it induces again/Same old fuckin' crap

Penis Bread 2020 is a new release from Jimmy Boom Semtex

Penis Bread 2020 is a new release from Jimmy Boom Semtex and a follow up to the other 2020 volumes. The varied work includes both stories and poems. Dover Girl is about a lady teacher from Italy who works in Spain. She has a big impact on her students' lives and they on her's. She gets tattooed, goes to gigs, likes good sex and history. Join Dover Girl on her story of a modern times girl. Calling Centre Virginials NOT is about a call centre in Wales. The boss takes his job seriously as well as his staff. He gives them the personal touch in a special room called the Huff Fluff. Making babies takes place here. Are real call centres like this? The poems range from erotic work like Cycling Short Gal to the satire of working in a tire factory in Tire Factory Blues followed by weapons and current affairs in Distant Fires. Little Red Aeroplane is about a lad who likes planes. Other poems compliment this collection. Enjoy his new book. More in this series will soon follow...

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Miss-identified

Miss-identified

They said do not change seats on the plane

For we know your name and where you are sat

I am called Fred and I was sat in the aisle seat

I wanted to sit by the window and see the view

Especially as the big Boeing flying boat took off

The water looked so blue and lovely as we sped along

We took off and it was worth changing seats

The elderly man understood and changed

The view was awesome and to die for

The big engines pulling us along to the sky

When we arrived in New York I’d tell my mum

It was Christmas and I had been staying with my aunt

The trip was six hours and I got to look out the window

I would get into trouble if the airline clerks found out

If we crashed and burned or eaten by fish

They would go off our name and seat number

Matching it up to our ticket and passport

I was too young to have a passport

But that was fine for we were safe in the plane

Boeing built big safe planes especially water ones

Just wait till I told my mum about the view

From our big beautiful Boeing flying boat...

love in a drug war

Colombian War
The way you look in your army uniform
In the Colombian jungle between battles
Is just fucking awesome baby

You remove the uniform against orders
Put on a blue dress under the trees
I lift up your dress on your thighs

See your lovely legs so demure
I see the army helicopter tattoo there
Such machines carry you and me
Into the heat of battle

Right now I feel a different heat
That of your hot body
Under the midday sun
Adding to your heat for me

I lift your dress over your shoulders
I see your lovely breasts wobble free
Just imagine the guerrillas saw us now

What would they think and do?
Stop and stare or stop and shoot?

You and me here in the jungle
Between ops against the terrorists fighters
We are both soldiers and do what we do

Our army supports us both
Being together and as soldiers
For anything can happen in battle
Like falling in love in a drug war

new poems4

Indifferent End
Part of a system of what
Invented by people
To work and control
Further means an end
To achieve what?
We will see in the end
Good or bad
Indifferent end

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Our Arrival
There we go again to where
Where you ask on the road
A further road trip by wheels
Which direction do we go?
Any point of the compass
We will bring our effect there
Get ready for our arrival

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A Difference
Which part of my karma will
I work thru today?
The good bad or indifferent
Will it make a difference?

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Research
What happens if you bump into them
The guardians of the old sites
Which have so many secrets
Keeping them secure
From our historical eyes
Will they be benign or battle?

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The Old Ways Days
The old ways are days turned to dust
Not not even ash or funeral garb
Rotting in a collapsed coffin
Or blowing in the wind
A branch of a tree
Still standing but only just
It will fall this is a given
But when and under why
This is yet to be determined
Be warned you must prepare
The end is coming
Of what?

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