COMMUNIST POETRY CORNER

RED SQUARE RHYMING AT ITS BEST

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WE HAVE A NEW ADDITION TO THE COMMUNIST POETRY CORNER, A TEXAN WITH WIT AND VULGARITY, JUST WHAT WE LOOK FOR IN OUR FELLOW COMRADES, HERE IS A POEM BY HER..

James once met a girl from Texas
Who seduced him into her Lexus.
She got him off quick and then pulled out her dick.
He must not have known what her sex is.

There once was a pirate named Greg
Who's Johnson was carved from a peg
It was a stick
Now it's his dick
Just imagine what the varnish does to his leg

Greg was a man with a fetish
He liked to lift things with his penish
One thing was too heavy
It was a chevy
And Greg left it smelling like fish

Greg liked to play with his cat
Sometimes he would give it a hat
He'd pretend it was Jeff
And rename it Steph
Then Greg found out his cat was a rat

One day Greg met a skank
And man did she want a spank
Greg put on a mitt
And had fun with her clit
But after Greg smelled pretty rank

Greg used to have very long hair
He wanted to look just like Cher
He needed some tits
And a dress that would fit
But besides that the likeness was fair

Jeff liked to play games with his cock
Sometimes he hid it in a sock
He would shout with glee
And drink his own pee
As he slapped his dick on a rock

Greg was a fairy for sure
His friends tried to look for a cure
His parents would say
That he'd always be gay
And that his ass would never be pure

Greg was a boy who was vain
His terrible face caused him pain
His awful state
Meant he couldn't date
So to fix it we beat his face with a chain

One day Greg went to the farm
And a goat fell into his arm
It had a nice leg
And was horny as Greg
Even so he had to pour on the charm

Greg's sister is a terrible lay
She's often led men to be gay
Greg will tell you
Whatever you do
Make sure that you don't have to pay

Greg was kind of a fag
About getting with women he'd brag
We know it's not true
Cause he likes pushing poo
And it's men that he likes to shag

Greg had a terrible fear
About fags who would call him a dear
He'd get really mad
And fight with his dad
Cause everyone knows he's a queer

Greg liked to hit on women with chunk
Thinking their standards he couldn't flunk
They'd think he was perfection
But upon inspection
They'd find that they were just drunk

Greg loves the smell of flowers
Especially when he showers
His potpourri love
Should earn him a shove
So make sure to bug him for hours

Greg met a raunchy old chap
Who said his come was like sap
Greg looked at his dick
And gave it a flick
Poor Greg has contracted the clap

Once was a guy named Mike
Everyone knew he was a Kike
Once he drank too much Guinness
And was sure not to finish
His quest to pick up a Dyke

Greg liked everything about Dick
But did he ever hate Mick
You thought this was dirty
A little too early
Greg, he still likes a good stick

Rob had a boyfriend named Mitch
Today Rob got a very bad itch
He thought it was ants
That crawled down his pants
But Mitch gave him crabs, what a bitch

Rob got beaten up by Mick
His legs now look like ice picks
He now says to the guys
To undo their flies
"If you got two dimes I'll suck your dick"

Rob was definitely not cool
And then he was kicked by a mule
He slurred when he talked
Had a gimp in his walk
And now all he does is drool

Rob was stabbed by a knife
It definitely screwed up his life
His brain turned to mush
Textured like slush
So now his left hand is his wife