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Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Best Porn of 2012

"Raw Sex For The Youth:"
by Delano Johnson
 
The ugly side of sex,
Can anybody hear her threats?
She’s a mass murderer that hides behind a round booty and pretty breast.
Wet lips,
And orgasmic magic sticks.
She shows no love or respect.
Over 25 million people gave their life for sex; they chose a little pleasure for an eternity of death.
What’s the risk?
Too many causes, countless incidences with statistics; but sex is socially cool, so nobody pays the facts any attention.
What’s the risk when she’s my best friend, but she never told me she had an infection?
She comes over in need of comforting,
Open bottle of Hennessey, and you are already 5 Vegas shots in.
A month of lust Recession, so in your stupor, even her smile gives you an erection.
Chaotic by hurt emotion, mad at past rejections, she lets you proceed with your sexual fantasy, and even encourages you to get a few good licks in, before she remembers to scream, protection!
What’s the risk when you ignore her warnings, because raw will enhance the satisfaction,
And increase the pleasure of this deadly sin?
It won’t be long before symptoms that were transmitted get detected, and you’re going to wish you used some lamb skin.
Now you have acquired human immuno deficiency virus, your body has gone retro, and you will never properly grow or reproduce because of diminishing cells.
Forget talking about guns and drugs, sex controls them all, and never will it be really illegal to sell.
Those who choose suicide, how does it feel waiting for hell?
I’m just speaking my mind, but the truth is HIV and aids are real.
Over 33 million are currently affected around the world.
What’s the risk?
Death…. because
Sex kills!
Sex kills!
Sex kills!
The ugly side of sex.
Can anybody hear her threats?
She’s a mass murderer that hides behind a round booty and pretty breast.
Wet lips,
And orgasmic magic sticks.
She shows no love or respect.
Over 25 million people gave there life for sex, they choose a little pleasure for an eternity of death.
What’s the risk?
Well nothing, if you like sucking on long syphilis sticks.
Licking on gonorrhea, clap, clap, drip, drip.
No risk, if you just get up and wash the herpes off your lips.
Just accept the genital warts, because that’s how you really teach a princess to turn a frog into a prince.
Chlamydia all over her Victoria’s secret, but I promise her face looks like an angels wish.
And why would I lie when I say crabs are fun to itch …
What’s the risk?
If I did not care, at least I would be brave enough to say it,
But I would still be conscious and aware of how and to whom I say it,
Because there is love, but sex is much more relevant, but the power of words are the greatest,
And we need to donate experience to help the kids.
Not keep promoting and encouraging this mass murderer, it’s a massacre and we are putting our own names on the hit list, and inviting a future generation of kids, to do exactly what we did,
Because of sex tricks,
That thing she does with her tongue and the bubblegum lip-gloss on her lips.
The way he tells lies with lustful looks, implying that he is sexually serious. Sometimes sex looks and smells like its rich,
Big booties with colorful shorts that don’t fit,
It’s cool to have the swagger of a pimp.
It’s cool to be the best ho, and the other word that fits, the word that starts with a b and rhymes with pimp ….
What is the risk to the ugly side of sex?
Before a broken heart, and before the monthly checks, before you take that positive HIV test.
Before you talk about how good the intercourse was, talk about the injures and the death.
So at least if someone is forced to listen to some un-arousing erotic’s broken down with simple ignorant Ebonics,
Where insecurities are Chronic,
And syllables are stuck on phonics, Elementary and meaningless, then at least they will know the risk.
You are only safe when you wrap it up twice, find love, and stay Monogamous.
I’m not just talking to all of you; I’m also talking to me.
Don’t take it personally, but understand this is personally from me
No apologies, not even when the youth get relief. They need to understand that love is their friend and sex is their enemy; that has cost millions to die, and millions more to accept the defeat. For some sex there is no cure, injection, pill, or remedy. Some people kill because of sex, because of a good night and wrong choice you become a target enemy for something that only lasts a couple minutes anyway.
If you still don’t care, cut your condoms up and throw them in the air. Remember to teach your daughters how to back it up and pretend scream, and encourage these little boys to keep doing their thing, remind them that size does not really mean a thing. You should continue to reinforce that sex is cool, and for identification purposes, never looked shocked, when you see the realities of public school. Wear a warning label so everyone can stop getting expressions of sex and love confused.
Now take your heart and go get love tattooed
I’m only trying to save the world, I don’t need no gratitude.
Quiet hatred is not allowed once you reach my altitude.
You know my name, so socially disapproved.
But I don’t have to watch the news.
Only death, pain, and ignorance gets interviewed.
Mainstream… I guess I wont reach the magnitude.
The streets have already been conquered and ruled.’
Respected and never ridiculed.
don’t get it confused, I hear how they allude.
Like a flute to me a muse,
Funny, but never amused.
Commute to a positive route before you are .doomed.
Think about what you say before you write words that lie,
can ya’ll hear
how I quiet the room?
I swear I play dumb to deception, but I am never fooled.
Original Poetry, I can say and do what I want to do because its after dark.
What does it take to be the boss? Its simple pay the cost.
If I don’t make it to the top,
Than somehow, someway my body caught a shot.
My Soul
Flew, but my body dropped, witnesses were around, but everybody just watched nobody told the cops.
Hollywood Hollywood Hollywood
Predict my future what’s the likelihood?
Psychic said,
Like Bill Gates mixed with Robin Hood.
The truth is I really don’t care, I would rather see a boy make it to fatherhood.
I hate it when a 11 year old girl is forced into motherhood..
What happened to America, I never seen the outside of a ghetto neighborhood…
Rents due, I’m just trying to make good,
Forget Hollywood…
If I was forced to give up my rhymes, I will deliver them on firewood.
With a lit match and gasoline, and a water gun.
My thoughts are not to be sold,
Worth so much more than a fools gold.
I already feel like I’m the greatest, sometimes you have to die before your story is retold.
I’m from the block, now I’m college enrolled.
Bold bold bold
I lost my parents at a young age, I’m only 24, so uncontrolled.
Can we take a poll?
Does poetry sell? Let me see, I haven’t released yet but my hustle is magnificent , don’t worry none of you are my competition,
I wont stop until Shakespeare is outsold…
what makes the poetry industry so unique?
it wasn’t ,really it was just waiting for me,
I was silent waiting to speak I don’t do this for you him her or nobody I do it because poetry is me.
I do this to calm my nerves, I don’t want to have to show back up on the block with a black hoodie and my heat. Dpoetess and chyna blue, excuse me for taking up so much time, but I never talk about people without talking about me.
You see life has been ugly to me
Or should I say bittersweet?
So much stress I’m forced to listen to gospel on repeat.
Heart of a beast, never been hungry, because I know how to eat.
I don’t need a beat, I need the world to listen directly to me.
I’m so far away from defeat,
Commercial, never me.
And than again, im just like you, so maybe if they pay me
Contradictory
Through faith and belief, I claim victory
To understand the truth in what I’m saying just started writing poetry a year ago, do the math, but please don’t ask me what I was doing a year ago.
God bless them, please, before you bless me.
All ui have left is my spiritual, I can go all night, but then they might blame it on my ego
 
 

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