Put your ear to my lips
And your shield to my heart
King of kings
Lord of lords
The brothels are overflowing with adultry
Endulgence is their statute
Fornication is their vow
Disease infects everyone they touch
Legs spread wide across the globe
High class whores with no class
Spewing profanities in the name of The Word
Bottom Bitch is trapped in a pimp circle
She thinks she’s got the world in her snatch
Unbenownced
Her daddies plot against her
To use her tired old twat for all it’s worth
Then bury that bitch in the dirt
All the while, her Sister Madam stays trickin
Bottom Bitch’s daddies are her main tricks
She thinks she’s slick as she stacks her riches
Then feeds the poor like her house is lit
When LORD?
When will you end them?
Expose their filthy twats to the world
Force their legs shut and uproot them
Feed their bits to the birds
I always am beyond amazed when I read an angry poem. It seems that I can write poetry from every emotion, except for anger. Thank you for sharing. Phenomenal piece!
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