Meat - Warning to the Queasy: Rated R
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Just to give a fair heads up to those who may not be into this kinda stuff... this poem is Rated "R" for language, sexual depictions, and possible offenses to women (though it's really only offensive to one very specific woman). Want to make sure I don't receive any failing grades.
That being said...
This is being posted to fulfill a request from a fellow poetry poster. This one is a purging. It's therapeutic in that a certain young lady made me feel worthless and used, and I wanted to return the favor. So here we go...
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Meat
September 9, 1999
We could fuck again
Like we used to
Bury my cock in you
Smell your sweat
And stick to your breasts
Full and perfect
Heaving with your breath
Quickened in pleasure
Or in pain.
I would love the chance
To clutch your ass again
To taste your lips
Your salt
Your cum
To fuck your face
Bind your wrists
Make you scream
And claw my back
As I burst inside
Of your hungry, wet hole
Tight around my cock.
We could fuck again
I'd pound your cunt
Like the meat you are
You're not a person
For what you have done to me
I just want to use you
So let's fuck
You piece of meat.
I need your foul taste
To linger on my tongue
That being said...
This is being posted to fulfill a request from a fellow poetry poster. This one is a purging. It's therapeutic in that a certain young lady made me feel worthless and used, and I wanted to return the favor. So here we go...
~~~
Meat
September 9, 1999
We could fuck again
Like we used to
Bury my cock in you
Smell your sweat
And stick to your breasts
Full and perfect
Heaving with your breath
Quickened in pleasure
Or in pain.
I would love the chance
To clutch your ass again
To taste your lips
Your salt
Your cum
To fuck your face
Bind your wrists
Make you scream
And claw my back
As I burst inside
Of your hungry, wet hole
Tight around my cock.
We could fuck again
I'd pound your cunt
Like the meat you are
You're not a person
For what you have done to me
I just want to use you
So let's fuck
You piece of meat.
I need your foul taste
To linger on my tongue
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It's like Penthouse Forum for those who've been thrown aside. An angry tribute to the deprecatingly detached and faceless side of mindless physicality.
It gets it's point across for certain.
I wonder though, at the fear that lies beneath it.
I'm interested to hear more about this fear you speak of.
spit it brotha
that was awsome
thanks for the look inside
Money for the poor
Hate is for the insecure
War is for the weak
It is full of defiance, of course it is. But it has a bit of arrogant bluster as all rebuttals to life situations do and in that self defense lies a survivalist kick. All survivalist kicks are done either out of practicality (rare) or in response to a fear reaction.
Getting hurt in love or even in sympathy F relationships gets frightening and anger inducing all at the same time. Nobody likes being vulnerable; it causes a lashing out, a striking distance set to maintain the perimeter of mind and body until all fortifications are rebuilt and reexamined and better for it. How to analyze oneself quickly. A book by the whole of humanity.
It's a simple: I can't believe she did this to me. TO ME! FUCK! And then... what the hell is wrong with ME? Why me? and then... THAT BITCH! She can't do this to me... I'll show her! and then... But what if it happens again? I mean, fuck her man, I'm through with THAT piece of trash, but what if? Jesus, I can still taste her.
I don't know man. I guess I see the detachment of the poem as deliberate, to harm her, to take away the intimacy that you once shared and to diminish it to so many bottles of liquor in a far away dumpster; but also I think that, in doing so, it is possible to hurt yourself because it seems to me a short but barking denial of what once was. Fear causes denial and anger. I believe the two emotions entertwine a lot more than people will ever fess up to. And you'll never look at relationships exactly the same way again.
It's not that I disrespect your reaction, hell I know this well. I've lived it, am living it now as we decide whether divorce is the kick we need. I pity the fact that you had to deal with it and I am sorry that there is the obligatory black spot burned in the solara of your heart because of it.
I suppose I'm just stating things as I read them. I have been wrong many times in my life, so I am prepared to be wrong here, but I think you may see where I am coming from.
If anything it gave me a chance to babble. And we all know how seta loves to babble.
I do enjoy your work CranMal. I have grown trained, just in these past couple days, to look for your stuff around here. It is direct, forthright, and as hard as a sledgehammer. I thank you for sharing. I could only hope that my poetry was as affectatious as yours.
seta
Just to let you know, you pretty much hit the nail on the head with everything you said, though I had never really thought of it as fear before now. You sure know what you are talking about, or do a damn good job of making it seem that way.
During that period of my life, I guess I was definitely afraid. That fear seems to have lead to quite a roller coaster of mistakes and misjudgements which until this very post I had come to a stalemate on when trying to decipher. I feel I've grown past that now, but still often mused over what may have been the root cause, and your analysis of what is probably my most accurate emotional self portrait of the time has given me a new light to look at my past in.
Thanks for the time you put into that, my friend. Greatly appreciated.
And thanks for the encouraging words, too.
I hope the best for you in your trials.
LOL you know, I have a friend of mine named Cory who likes to keep my analyzations in check by telling me
"Dude, I don't know if you're full of shit... or what."
And yet, he always looks at me with suspicion because he is afraid that I know him better than he wants me to.
And he is correct. I do.
Tough shit for him.
I'm a people watcher and recorder, it is what I do. However, I am always here as an ear should you need.
It is now an honor AND a pleasure in making your acquaintance Cran.
Man, I would REALLY like your opinion on some of my stuff if you are ever bored. I have a thread hereabouts back on like page 5 nearing deletion I'm sure....
be good now.
seta
Also, as Master Yoda has reminded us: Fear leads to Anger, Anger leads to Hate, Hate . . . leads to suffering.
Cran,
I had visions of two people fucking on a slip-n-slide while reading this.
YiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiippppppppppppppppppppeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeyahoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
but he does it so damn well.
Very Cool!
you are familiar by now with how "open" we are by now, i hope.
I will never look at sausage the same way again!
I like how blunt you are!
Nah... just saw someone else on here get a failing grade once cuz of something far less offensive than this. I was afeared.
i do recall seeing that post now that you mention it. but don't let one post skeer ya. that was the first of its kind that i've seen so far and i've been lurking around this forum from the beginning.
besides, if you need protecting you have a lot of friends here - i'm pretty intimidating when i need to be.
Can I call on you when the bullies steal my milk money tomorrow? That would be so awesome!
Wanna be the meat in a CranMal sandwich (assuming CranMal is doublejointed)?
LOL! Only if I get to be smothered in a gooey, sticky substance!
Cheese, I meant cheese!
Schmegma?
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Hmmmm, provolone!!!
schmegma! LOL! Is that like provolone???
While I love me some provolone, I'm willing to bet schmegma is more like feta.
schmegma!- no way
thats a cheese from Red Dwarf!
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Well, if you're talking about me... schmegma would be cheese from a Red Giant. (assuming my member was sunburned)
Ahem, I do believe smegma is goo of the female persuasion.
So, the Red Giant could be sporting a coat of smegma, however if it were spurting anything cheesy, I'd suggest a visit to the doctor's office.
smeg·ma Pronunciation Key (smgm)
n.
A sebaceous secretion, especially the cheesy secretion that collects under the prepuce or around the clitoris.
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pre·puce Pronunciation Key (prpys)
n.
1. See foreskin.
2. A loose fold of skin covering the glans clitoridis.
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fore·skin Pronunciation Key (fôrskn, fr-)
n.
The loose fold of skin that covers the glans of the penis. Also called prepuce.
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B.E. owes me a desmegma-izing for being wrong, and I owe her one for misspelling smegma.
i never knew that.
i wonder if thats where the "smeg" term from Red Dwarf came from.
hmmmm
Smegma
what a wonderful word
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LOL! Goo it to me baby!
Smegma, foreskin, prepuce...it's all goo--d!
I owe, I owe, it's desmegma-izing I go.
Well, you know what they say about learning something new every day----that you learn something new every day!
i think
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