http://slow.writerscafe.org/CornGirl The original writings of author Tania Mo en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775943055 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 My darling loveDon't grow me a rose garden Don't grow me a field of gold The best gift this seasonthat you could me is to grow yourself a spine. A long and strong onethat won't bend or breakSo my darling lovegrow yourself a spineand a pair of balls to go with it.   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CornGirl/3123344/ Violet indigo blue green yellow orange redYou wore these on you and A rainbow painted on my sky. I was about to reach for you, put you like gloss on my lips, my eyes and my cheeks.Till you shoved your flag in my face in all colours gay. And I found we both wanted the same guy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CornGirl/2952559/ I should have known-I should have guessed -that the sweetness was the rot.Too many mysterious trails of sugar crisscrossing my path _sticking to my soles Too much sugar around The drains were clogging from it- that evil white gooey mess.I didn't see at first as I see now _the cockroach i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CornGirl/2952552/ Oh baby, how naive you're-thinking yourself an acrobat Jumping around like a big f*****g clownYou thought you could walk the ropeYou thought you could play it and play me But your feet can't steady when your rope is slacking and your attention is divided as f**k.So I gave you a long rope.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CornGirl/2952549/ A soldeir big and strongWith a musket a mile long What do you think he didWhen he found his wife in bed Doing something quite wrong? If gunpowder burns the flesh off all the bones Should his wife of porn beg to be turned to stone?What if he decides to condone Coz if he bombed her -.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CornGirl/2888595/ Zedong Don't touch me with a prongInstead use your schlong And discover How long my Scalpel and How strong. Mao my love You're a c(l)ockThat's dead as Van Jong So play ping pongWith your dingdong http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CornGirl/2869601/ A fat girl can get surgery to get thin But what does a thin girl get?An idiot can claim he doesn't knowBut what can a clever man say?I hungry lion can find his prey But how can a lost goat find its way?  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CornGirl/2869596/ for online prick teasers http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CornGirl/2840642/ There is no light and no song an' no rain an' no sunshine left in my poetryonly mist only mist only The big bad blue mist if I need to be busking for An old online sugar daddyBusking for daddyBusking for daddyBusking for ol' daddyThere is no love no light leftin me if I must t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CornGirl/2840602/ They both loved to be rightThey both loved to be greatThey both loved To be stars http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CornGirl/2803209/ Can you fart precisely into a balloon? Pinpoint your pee into a vial? crap dollops into a thimble?puke buckets into a goblet? Pour your soulInto tightly restricted Syllables Poetry in form is like straining out stiff turds From a tightly sutured butthole! Lol http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CornGirl/2803001/ With a spine as flexible as spring, I took your strainTill I could bend no moreThen I sprang upon youLike a horror, grinning Like Jack In the Box http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CornGirl/2781079/ Life is often unfair unjust and biasedIt should learn tobe more equitable and impartial fromdeath that seldom plays favorites and freely embraces all...Ask those who for a living stitch shrouds.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CornGirl/2489829/ I frowned at themThey glared at meI scowled at themThey snarled at meMy eyes widened Their eyes fell out of their sockets I screamed at themThey hollered at me I shot them straight In the head and theyblew out my brains tooWe both bled to deathnot knowing each wasequally .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CornGirl/2489827/ The sun above needs no illumination. It radiates its lightfrom deep within. Then why scrub and polish the starburning in you no less brightly than the sun? Needing no fuel except love.Let it shine as it will. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CornGirl/2489677/ Compromise is thesad reality of life.You can't eat cream everyday and still be as slim as a stick.You can't sleep all dayand not have a puffy face. You can't have eyes as big as melons and not know a plastic surgeon.There is a com-promise everywhere! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CornGirl/2489676/ I cannot live without my sister. The sister who laughs with me at all things we find funny. And then laughslouder when I am in pain because she findsme funny. Nothing canreplace this perverse kind of love we have where we slip roachesin each other's pillowsand wipe our behind.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CornGirl/2489675/ What does a cat enjoy more?A plate of daily tuna? or a strange bird it kills in the bush? Now what does a man enjoy more....? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CornGirl/2489071/ The fruit of lust can be pain. Today's romp in ripe fields maybe tomorrow's painful abortion in a quack's dirty shed http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CornGirl/2489070/ A mother's love islike a cow's udder fullof milk.Its filled with goodness and gives purely. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CornGirl/2489069/ Love is a prism that splits bland white light into rainbowsSo if it's dull and greyIt's not love its loss http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CornGirl/2489067/ Never trust a lover that appears likea snipers bullet from nowhere He'll surely send you to hell http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CornGirl/2487831/ Beware of the sad man with a sick and horrid ugly and awful wifeHe is very happy at home! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CornGirl/2487830/ Never trust a man who wants to keep you a secret from allHe's like a cat burying its poo http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CornGirl/2487829/ A spider eats just insects But man eats up manFear a black heart more 🖤 Fear a Black Widow less http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CornGirl/2487456/ Life is stink http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CornGirl/2487454/ Be careful of anything that moves too fast or too slow. You don’t want an Assassin bug deep inside your pants nor do you want the sloththat just drools at you from a distanceand goes to sleep all day http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CornGirl/2487451/ Pink and Red, soft and sweetI thought you were my PeachBut you are a LeechSo I'll pour some salt on youChop off your suckersHave a bloody mealEating you on toastBy cooking you in butter http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CornGirl/2466506/ What do I do with you?You're like VegemiteYour thought is better than your taste.You're like tampons I use you but I want to change you often. You're like Vicodin I need you sometimes but I wish I didn't You're like toothpaste Your sweetness is unreal So what do I do with you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CornGirl/2174523/ Have you noticed lately how when we speak, we search each other carefully and pick and choose every word?Like two monkeys rummaging each other, picking lice. While words as lice, run abouttrying to elude us. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CornGirl/2174522/ I'm not a dirty elevator button that you press and I go down on youThe way you treat a heart Is worse than how a Constipated man treats toilet paper.Instead of giving my Heart to you I should've put it in a crumpled brown bagAnd thrown it away in the bin.One for non-recycled wast.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CornGirl/2174518/ If you sit in the boat of lifeYou must pick up the oars of strifeTo push the water. To move aheadWithout strife there is no life http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CornGirl/2174509/ An evil woman hasmany headsmultiple tonguesHundreds of eyes Her tentacles go deep She has no spineAnd her womb is a Devils lair Do not cross her pathStay away from her http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CornGirl/2174504/ He who smokes hempand drinks alcohol is like a dead man walking this earth.He has already soldhis soul to the devil.His body is a dark hollow pitHis mind is a rat-infested graveyardJust look into his vacant stareHis dead eyes http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CornGirl/2174500/ She says look at meBut I rather be blind She says listen to meI rather be deaf She says please love meI'd rather be deadBetter no woman Than a stupid, ugly crow http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CornGirl/2174498/ Stupidly she goes Door to village door showing off her new clothes and her new gold ringWhile the monkeys in the village walk behind hermimic her and laugh http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CornGirl/2174497/ There was a mighty blaze In the the nearby woods But I was not afraid The neighbor's house burnt down like dry chaff I stood my ground I do not fear the fire outside The hunger burning In my belly is the only fire I fear http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CornGirl/2174495/ Bless me with a husband Like the ripe fruit of PapayaMaybe dark-skinned Maybe spotted from outside But sweet, fleshy and red on the inside.Pleasing all my buds http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CornGirl/2174493/ Those stems that learn to slantThose rivers that learn to change their pathsThe widow that learns to laughAre mightier than the mountain that stands rigid, mocking the windIt will be broken by time http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CornGirl/2174491/ These little white stonesDead and dry Enter my body And become richred bloodRunning in my veins Rice is everything to me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CornGirl/2174489/ Sharing a husband Is like sharing the same fateYou maybe different as straw and hempBut ultimately you Will burn together http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CornGirl/2174487/