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Gustave Dore

Fuck, Fuck; Fucked

To be
Fucked
Is What
It Means
to Cross me.
the Bitter
Sting
Of
the Raping
by Pen
& Prose.
As
I Ram
my Cock
Down
the Throat
Of you
Dirty Hoes
& the
InSanity
In me
Giggles
As you
Try
to Scream
No.
In & Out,
In & Out,
While
I Fuck
your Mouth;
Gurgle
& Moan.
the Rape
Of
your Brain
With Rhymes
That Won’t
Slow,
Till
a Quivering
Wreck
Is All
That’s Left.
a Twisted
Bit
of Crumpled
Paper;
Wasted.
#B27321

https://theprose.com/post/140584/fuck-fuck-fucked

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Francisco Goya

Francisco Goya

your Momma, Obama

His Name Was
your Momma Obama.
Leader of the Muslin Brother Hood,
a Savior Sent to Brutalize Women & Kill Gays.
an Acid Bath or Muzzle Blast was All the Same;
& the Liberals Scream
Hurrah,
Hurrah.
Let’s Give Them Our Vote.
Fuck the Republic
Give Them Our Throat.
Jihad Is Great.
Jihad Is Good.
Flaming Ruins
Where Palaces Once Stood.
Burn Books, Preach Hate
& Blame me
Cause I Won’t Convert.
Jihad Is Great.
Jihad Is Good.
At Least we Are Not Nailed
to a Piece of Wood.
or Am I Just Miss Under Stood.
Barbarians At the Gate
& you Demand Rape.
#B27321

Disclaimer
I am Just Saying Vet
So we Know What we Get.

https://theprose.com/post/131664/your-momma-obama

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Waterhouse

Waterhouse

Stranger

Stranger,
What Is Stranger
Than Looking
In to the Eyes
of a Man
you Will Never Meet.
a Wooden Effigy
of a Man
Meant to Save me.
Save me,
From What
a World Gone Mad
From Lust & Spite.
From Religions
Screaming Kill, Kill, Kill,
In the Dead of Night.
From Politicians
Who Want
to Control my Every Right.
Stranger,
What Is Stranger
Than the T.V. Blasting Media
to Make me Number & Dumber
Than Ever Before.
Till I am So Scared
of a Quite Mind
That Constant
Stimulation
& Instant Gratification
Has Drove me Nuts.
Stranger,
Staring In to the Eyes
of a Freak,
a Man Who Thinks
He Can Be Free.
That Shackles & Prison
Don’t Mean a Thing.
That Broken Wings Can Fly.
Stranger, That Man Is me,
the Mirror Reflecting
Till Cracks
Are All I See.
Stranger, Stranger, Stranger,
the Stranger Is me.
Cut Off From the World,
Till my Soul Screams
For Human Touch,
But Strangers, Strangers,
Are All I See.
Strangers to the Pain & Tough,
Strangers When we Know
we Die a Lone.
What Is Stranger
Than Forcing my Mind & Thoughts
In to 200 Word Counts,
to Appease
my Greed & your Need.
#B27321

https://theprose.com/post/130086/stranger

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Henryk Siemiradzki

Henryk Siemiradzki

Guilt

Guilt
you Say
Is All
That Remains
At
the End
Of
the Day
Of
a Life
Of Refrain
So
I Say
Don’t
Let It
Gild
your Throne
Roll
the Bones
Come
What May
Live
To Day
#B27321

https://theprose.com/post/52944/guilt

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Howard Pyle

Howard Pyle

Knew

Dream
a Wake
Fugue State
Drugs
Death
Demons
They All
Had
Their Place
the Passing
Of
the Gate
I Knew
Before you
the Ghost
Had Gave
#B27321

https://theprose.com/post/51880/knew

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Alessandro Magnasco

Alessandro Magnasco

Truth,
a Sluice

Truth
a Sluice
of Bull
Shit
&

Lies
Not
Some Thing
I Can
Point To
&
Show you
Where
It Hides
the Answers
you Alone
Must Pursue
&

Find
Like
the Universal
Truth
we All
Will
Die
Come Tomorrow
That Too
May Be
a Lie
#B27321

https://theprose.com/post/49552/truth-a-sluice

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Howard Pyle

Howard Pyle

Monte

the Count
of Monte
Cristo
Perhaps
the Greatest
Story
Ever Told
of Revenge
&

Love
of Miseries
UnTold
Under
the Lash
you Become
the Beast
That Was
Man
&

Can
Only Climb
Up
the Power
Money
Mad
It
Gave Him
All
He Had
the Bitterness
Of
the Past
Washed
a Way
Like Sand
&

Only
Now
the Moment
Was Left
to
Stand
#B27321

https://theprose.com/post/48610/monte

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Howard Pyle

Howard Pyle

All Eyes

They’re
Looking
At me
Stop Looking
Stop

#B27321

https://theprose.com/post/46911/all-eyes

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Evariste Vital Luminais

Evariste Vital Luminais

Trauma $$$

Trauma
You’ll Think
Trauma
When I
Beat
You Back
Into
your Momma
These Words
Will Be
your Dirge
as I
Sing
you
a Song
of Fist
&

Cuff
Yeah
Let’s
Get Rough
It’s
the Stuff
of Legends
Large
Against Small
Winner
Takes All
the Gall
to Pretend
I Don’t
Belong

#B27321

https://theprose.com/post/46647/trauma

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Howard Pyle

Howard Pyle

my Pub, Bub

This Is What I Want To Hear, Bub.
After All It Is my Pub.
Some Danzig, Doro, & W.A.S.P.
Throw In Some Papa Roach & Motorhead.
Hell Some Maiden & Metallica To Keep It InSane
& Let Us Not Forget
Our Good Friend Mustaine.
Things To Make you Feel the Rub
& Pull Back a Bloody Nub.
#B27321

https://theprose.com/post/43161/my-pub-bub

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