Peter Benoit%26#039;s Song
I%26#039;ve walked this earth for many years
And known a goodly share of queers.
I%26#039;ve always much preferred the men
Since really can%26#039;t remember when.
I might say men, but I mean boys,
I%26#039;ve tasted such forbidden joys.
I%26#039;m not entranced by women%26#039;s charms,
Preferring teenage boyish arms.
The love that cannot speak its name,
But I care not, I have no shame.
I hanker for a teenage flame.
I%26#039;m hankerin%26#039;, I%26#039;m hankerin%26#039;.
I trawl back-alleyways at night
And when a rent-boy is in sight,
I saunter up and ask his fee
To see if he%26#039;ll come home with me.
And then - pants off - down to the deed,
With vigour we exchange our seed
Until I%26#039;m spent - my passion done,
I pay him off, I%26#039;ve had my fun.
Then I sleep soundly %26#039;til the morn
And then I%26#039;ll watch some hot gay porn,
That way I always get %26quot;the horn%26quot;.
I%26#039;m hungerin%26#039;, I%26#039;m hungerin%26#039;.
I am a POOF - cannot deny
Unvarnished truth - I do not try.
I walk with such a mincing gait,
A lilting lisp my other trait.
I%26#039;m bald and toothless, do not care,
I%26#039;ll buy my love - so who needs hair?
No teeth - so what? I sure can suck
As can be verified by Buk.
I long for Ian it is true,
But he is straight, oh what to do?
No wonder I am feeling blue.
I%26#039;m ponderin%26#039;, I%26#039;m ponderin%26#039;.
A poet I pretend to be,
Have yearned for praise since I was three.
It matters not that I am gay,
I%26#039;ll post my poems come what may.
My fame is known throughout Yahoo
As Granny Jane or Darren Q.
I%26#039;ve fooled them all and they are mine -
I am the swineherd, they the swine.
To trick them all is such a joy,
I%26#039;ll celebrate - I%26#039;ll get a boy
And treat him as my sexual toy.
I%26#039;m haverin%26#039;, I%26#039;m haverin%26#039;.
Peter Bent-shot
Peter Benoit really fancies
young male flesh.
If you ask him he%26#039;ll deny it,
But he%26#039;s eager just to try it,
If he must, he%26#039;ll even buy it
if it%26#039;s fresh.
It%26#039;s the way his dear old momma
raised her brood.
With no pa to set the fashion
He fell victim to gay passion,
But his lust he has to ration
like his food.
Ev%26#039;ry night he drags his @ss down
to the gym.
%26#039;Though bereft of manly powers,
Over sweet young boys he towers
When he hangs around the showers,
(Yup - that%26#039;s him.)
He is old and bald and toothless -
an old fart.
He pretends to be paternal,
But his lust is like a kernel
And gay longing springs eternal
in his heart.
He presents himself as teenaged
Darren Q.
An identity fictitious
And disturbingly suspicious,
His intention is malicious
on Yahoo.
He will tell you what he thinks you
want to hear.
His sweet honeyed tone is soothing,
Praise so lavish and so moving,
But his words will end up proving
insincere.
He is jealous of Iano
and his Might.
For Iano is a poet
Who knows how to really show it.
Whereas Peter (smart folk know it)
cannot write.
Rogues and fools belong together
in fate%26#039;s scheme.
You are welcome to embrace him,
But acceptance will not shake him
Or be able to awake him
from his dream.
He so wants a little kingdom
of his own.
Where he will not be resented
And by subjects is frequented
While he sits and rules, demented,
on his throne.
His ambition, if it ever
comes to pass,
Will come falling down around him
And his failure will surround him,
Then this fact will sure astound him -
he%26#039;s an @ss.Would you like to read my dang fine poems?Are you alright?
How ya been?
This quest of yours has really been cutting into your pick on other people time.
So I thought I would ask and make sure everything is ok.Would you like to read my dang fine poems?Stop this nonsense. You are irritating
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Would you like to read my dang fine poems?And you are an odious hypocrite. Now be off with you.
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Would you like to read my dang fine poems?Poems? Why yes there is a new one in the style of Said The Rose. You%26#039;ve spent your time creating a new one and couldn%26#039;t deviate from the same subject matter? You have a gift and and yet you choose to be remembered for this? And in the style of a beautiful poem? Well at least you%26#039;ve written something else. Disappointed.
What: A supermarket offer? Two for the price of one? Not much of a bargain in my eyes. When I shop if I see something distasteful, I certainly wouldn%26#039;t be buying two of them even if they were cheap.Would you like to read my dang fine poems?My mind and your anus have something in common; they%26#039;re always open. I won%26#039;t judge you Ian; you pursue your pleasures, such as they are.Would you like to read my dang fine poems?That was awful, never in my entire life have I read something so mean and vile, maybe you should modify your tone. You say that you use comedic effect, yeah, I didn%26#039;t laugh.Would you like to read my dang fine poems?You made another! Too bad about the topic, it%26#039;s perfectly foul, you%26#039;ve wasted good poetic talents on this complete rubbish.
To be honest I think you%26#039;re an @rse and have taken this thing too far. I%26#039;ve already said this is;
Unfunny
Homophobic/Offensive
Rubbish
Immature
Maybe you should write something else because I%26#039;m pretty sure some random angsty twilight loving teenager could do better with a poem about how depressed she is, I would rather read that even though it is likely to be self absorbed and whiny
But it%26#039;s much better than this, this is basically stupid and no ones laughing, we never did.
I agree with you with those scales of yours but i%26#039;m answering because like everyone else except you this is annoying and a bad excuse for poetry, you tell me that all the time.
