http://slow.writerscafe.org/Punx_Not_Dead The original writings of author Nikki Anarchy en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776101826 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 My mother said to me when I was just 3, Son you'll grow up and have all that you'll need, but by 16 I knew she contradicted me, the bank safes don't have much for safety beams. And they tell me, clean up your act and get a real job, there's only so many stores you can rob, don't play the game or you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Punx_Not_Dead/2001829/ I take her to my place and she sits alone with my balls in her face she screams "no please dad no" as I undress her lace, her panties fall down and what I see Is disgrace, her p***y covered with long bushy hairs and as I gag all she does is stares, I grab the lawn mower and trim her up and start rub.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Punx_Not_Dead/1944571/ Milkas it slowly drips from the nozzle of the juginto my mouth, so easilyas it makes mustaches upon my upper liponto my mouth, so dreamilyI look up and smile at the great beyond abovewhile it so gallantly looks downStrips me bare and casts my head, full of loveinto the nozzled crownfor her Nozzle is.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Punx_Not_Dead/1925372/ You're a BitchSo suck my dickwhile your sister licks my ballsand your mom swallows my jizzFucking cuntsleazy slutI don't wanna catch the clapBut I will if I have tohappy birthday to you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Punx_Not_Dead/1925366/ I hate n*****s, they hate me tooIt's about time I boil up someJiggaboo stewstarving kids in Sierra Leonefuck 'em all, leave me the hell alonePick my cotton you porch monkeydon't come too close you smell funkyI'd rather watch you die than cook your greensshut the hell up before I make you screamDumba.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Punx_Not_Dead/1925359/ Disappearing, like a Moth into FlameBut without her, it's just not the sameIt's been years now since you left this lifeI cannot stand it, the stress and strifeBut there's just one thing I want you to knowYou were everything that I could have wantedBut now it's so messed up, so fucked upCoz I lost it.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Punx_Not_Dead/1925355/ Sitting in this padded cellMy brain, nothing but clayI can't eat nor even sleepas the best parts of me decayI can't live without herand this for a fact is trueShe's out of my life for goodBut you know, who f*****g knew?She said we wouldn't work outI said "girl you right"But now I know that.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Punx_Not_Dead/1925352/ I'm going to a place where the bad men goNever to returnA place where there is no hopeAnd all you do is burnKilled a man in FresnoGot 12 kids that I don't knowRaped my bestfriends girlBut who would care?She's just a f*****g hoe.I'm going to a place where there is no hopeNo bridges or .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Punx_Not_Dead/1924462/ Through the eyes of a sex offender, to better understand the psychology. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Punx_Not_Dead/1924389/ She said she loved meand I thought it was truewell, she took my moneymy f*****g car keys, tooshe's the best I've ever hadin bed anywaybecause she's retarded in her mindI think I'll shag my palm insteadnow she's backand I think I'll move into my actions of my most exciting sinYou'd always c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Punx_Not_Dead/1924376/ It was a warm afternoon. The sun shone it's deep rays into the trees, simultaneously blinding the employees of the park's Art Gallery through the windows. "It's f*****g hot, I'd say," Says local artist, Adam Petrie. He goes out the sliding doors, to the thermometer outside, hanging from the porch. 1.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Punx_Not_Dead/1924121/ Suicide is NOT okay. Unless you're Bill Cosby http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Punx_Not_Dead/1924114/ abcdefg just read it and you'll f*****g see http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Punx_Not_Dead/1924102/ As urine and fecal matter drench the females of HornybitchvilleAnd the men get their fix of cocaine, Jager, and Xanax pillsForces in the air like cupid in despairForm romantic amusements and thrillsCupid laughs as his girl s***s in your mans mouthand he rubs her c**t like meth and a razor, in the so.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Punx_Not_Dead/1924099/ Joan f*****g JettYou're such a dollWhen i'm masturbating under the covers each nightI wish you were here squeezing my ballsNot many females can pull off sleazy f*****g Punk like you cancome over to my room, I hear you love one night standsYou have a flat chest so I know your tits aren't silicone I w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Punx_Not_Dead/1924095/ A poem about the fucked up world. It rapes you right in the f*****g a*****e and takes a s**t in your deep mouth as your lips tighten around this delicate fecal matter. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Punx_Not_Dead/1924090/