Thread: Totally Gross

Private Dancer (PG -17 rating)

(I was challenged by LovesEssence to write something really gross. Here you are, Renee, a gross-out poem.)



Mirror-wet streets
shiny red lights
twilight people calling

plastic mac moves
to the beat of his hand
worshipping a private dancer

agony of ecstasy
crying and sighing
realising she knows

his pleasure smell revolts her
his coin clink consoles her
so the dance goes on

addiction not cured
but fuelled
by temporary relief

in the depths, something monstrous stirs.

Not something I would expect. A poem about the hand jive. Scary stuff. But suprisingly well written considering the subject matter.


~Bart

Hmmm... I thought it was about a video arcade...

That is a really good poem, whether it is about the hand jive or a video arcade...

It is about the hand jive (never heard it called that, before).
Thanks everyone for your remarks - anyone care to out-gross me? Come and have a go if you think you're bard enuff.
Cheers
Paul the Ogg

I could, but I don't like to encourage my wickedly sick streak.

Something gross? *shrug* You decide.

Crotchrot:

Between the folds of private skin
That shelter the Origin
Something is amiss
Fluids course and drip
Unbidden, from deep in the midden.

These sour drops that burn and chafe
The smell of infectious waste
Biological and gynecological;
Crotchrot.


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Enjoy! *maniac laughter*

Pfft, I've eaten grosser stuff than that

matt

If you've eaten worse than that, you have an iron constitution. And Rogan you are one sick puppy. Crotch rot indeed!

I suppose that's better than Herpagohnasyphillaids, though.

~Bart

Originally Posted by Bartleby

I suppose that's better than Herpagohnasyphillaids, though.

~Bart

I'm afraid to ask.

Originally Posted by mattquarterstein

I'm afraid to ask.

You should be.

*shudder*

I suppose if a man experiences that, they should really learn to think with their top heads instead.

So .. nobody wants to try to top these poems for grossness?! Come on! Where's your competetive spirit?

GOT GROSS?

About to sneeze
Please
Here comes the cheese
Jeez
All over my tie
Oh my
And in your eye
Bye; bye

Open wound
Ooze about
Smell so foul
From the bowel
Gushing blood
Looks like mud
Running sores
Out of gauze
Cut and splice
With dull knife
Bullet holes
Rip snip rip
Belly blast
Slop mop slop
Snot and rot
Drip drop drip
Time is up
Tick tock tick