Love Poem: Filthy Birds
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Written by: John-Ovan.P. Hull

Filthy Birds

Why can't some women stay on their feet?
Getting laid, down, soiled marks upon clean sheet
Wide open legs, what a filthy dirty cheat!
Do you brush your teeth after each new cock lick?
Or wipe yourself clean before the next guy inserts a clean dick?
At least a whore gets paid for every trick!!
The muttonish way you dress, like some old slapper
Spluttering rubbish like some stupid rapper
****** flaps with teeth like a red snapper!
The trust you break, with the illicit love you make
So many different men, surprised your insides don't ache
As you wriggle and writhe with any old snake!
Impossible to narrow it down, who gave you chlamidia?
I should just be grateful to be bloody rid of ya
I am free from you and your devil claw.
You broke my heart and you crushed my soul
Letting every prick into your dirty little hole
Burrowing deep inside like a short sighted mole!
Don't blame me, it's just my hormones
Or something similar is what the whore moans!!
©John-Ovan.P.Hull