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Censored Poets: January 2007
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I want poetry that is rated NC-17 and rated X, adult oriented, depraved, obscene and indecent material. I want to post something every day. E-mail me at GabeLowe@gmail.com. With your poem. It can even be funny. Dark comedy, sick humor, shock value. I want it. Wednesday, January 31, 2007. A Hot Day On the Steps Of A Brownstone. Nicki slaps a bare foot against hot. Says, cool, girl,. Pulling out the c-o-o-l;. Rich mama's in the balcony. Of The Bijou and. Ma' baby cakes don't have to. Sit Here flappin' her.
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Censored Poets: September 2006
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I want poetry that is rated NC-17 and rated X, adult oriented, depraved, obscene and indecent material. I want to post something every day. E-mail me at GabeLowe@gmail.com. With your poem. It can even be funny. Dark comedy, sick humor, shock value. I want it. Saturday, September 30, 2006. A well lit street corner in a bad neighborhood. You wore a red dress and had big breasts I wanted to caress, no less. So I hit you over the head with the butt of my gun,. Dragged you into my van,. By A Gabe Lowe. Wednes...
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Censored Poets: December 2006
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I want poetry that is rated NC-17 and rated X, adult oriented, depraved, obscene and indecent material. I want to post something every day. E-mail me at GabeLowe@gmail.com. With your poem. It can even be funny. Dark comedy, sick humor, shock value. I want it. Sunday, December 31, 2006. Fuck you, fucking Cunt! Words - let me use them. I'm politically incorrect,. You dirty rotten douche bag. You force me out of my flesh,. To scream obscenities at old ladies. You groan when my dick is in your,. Links to thi...
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Censored Poets: November 2006
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I want poetry that is rated NC-17 and rated X, adult oriented, depraved, obscene and indecent material. I want to post something every day. E-mail me at GabeLowe@gmail.com. With your poem. It can even be funny. Dark comedy, sick humor, shock value. I want it. Thursday, November 30, 2006. My sulfur was lying crazy. Hiding its heat and. My sulfur was cheap. Like a bad company. With too many shoes. Like all those flared pants that look the same. No mattering a deep originality. And it itched way inside.
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Censored Poets: October 2006
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I want poetry that is rated NC-17 and rated X, adult oriented, depraved, obscene and indecent material. I want to post something every day. E-mail me at GabeLowe@gmail.com. With your poem. It can even be funny. Dark comedy, sick humor, shock value. I want it. Tuesday, October 31, 2006. People in the rooms think everyone is a drug addict, or an alcoholic-. There are sex addicts-. Fat fucks that can’t stop eating addicts-. You fall in love. With things that make you feel good-. Makes you feel bad-. Into th...
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Censored Poets: March 2007
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I want poetry that is rated NC-17 and rated X, adult oriented, depraved, obscene and indecent material. I want to post something every day. E-mail me at GabeLowe@gmail.com. With your poem. It can even be funny. Dark comedy, sick humor, shock value. I want it. Friday, March 23, 2007. My hands rub apon your shoulders as you rest your warm body on mine,. I lick my lips with desire. The way I want to taste you,. Would you mind baby if I climbed between your thighs,. As were in the dark now getting naughty.
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Censored Poets: February 2007
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I want poetry that is rated NC-17 and rated X, adult oriented, depraved, obscene and indecent material. I want to post something every day. E-mail me at GabeLowe@gmail.com. With your poem. It can even be funny. Dark comedy, sick humor, shock value. I want it. Wednesday, February 28, 2007. Thinking about committing suicide. The pain hurts so much, I can’t stand it. Depression makes me want to just go for it. Not a care in the world. Getting home one day, I’m home alone. The kitchen I see, open the drawer.