| POEMS |
| NOTE: Although the poems by Trannie seem like a joke, we assure you, they are not. She seriously thinks she is reaching deep into her soul. |
| Trapped In A Halo Trannie A bright light, circlen' me. A bright light, a halo it be. You may be posh and bright! But I dun' give a shite! Because as good as you may be, Your death be the murder of me! So if you decide to follow, I'm sure I'll end up trapped in a halo! If you think I'm gonna be like you, Ya' better think again. Cause I'll follow through the murder, I will murder you. Because if you decide to follow, I'm sure I'll end up trapped in a halo. |
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| Pouring Down Trannie It's pourin' down on me, Is it rain? Or is it pain? I'll never know! I can feel it runnin' down my spine, Freezing me to the bone. Is it rain? Or is it pain? I'll never know! I can feel it creeping through my soul, Intruding on my freaked out brain. Is it rain? Or is it pain? I'll never know! IT'S SOAKIN' ME TO THE BONE! SO... Is it rain? Or is it pain? I'll never know! |
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| Evil Sin Some Guy Jugulated, lancinated, You should be enucleated. Castrated, immolated And you've been incarcerated Over-rated, masticated, Far from being emancipated. |
| Ugly Man Anon. What are you? Are you man? You can't fight but I sure can. Boy or girl? I'm not sure. You're just one butt-ugly whore. |
| Sodomy Limmerick Anon. There once was a boy called Tom, Who liked to bum-jack a Pom. He looked on his dick, And on it was shit, 'Cause he didn't use a condom. ^ Who wrote this sick poem?! |
| What I Hate The J Man Tryhards, when their crap won't cease Femminazi, bitch-police Withcraft, gypsies, and voodoo Phonies, we can see through you |
| Autumn Love And Fawns Even if the author was proud of this piece of work I doubt they would be seen dead having their name attached to it. When I look upon an autumn foal, It's eyes alight with pleasure, It reminds me of that sacred time, Of new-born, forest treasure. The glimmering of Godliness, The twinkle of new hope The sparkle in a young fawn's eye That lathers your heart like soap. |
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| UNTITLED 'Geraldine Roy' (aka Arch) There once was a young sapling Its name was Young Sapling It stood out in a misty field And waited for its leaves to yield! And then one day Along came a cow It ate Young Sapling Down to the grooouuuuunnnnnddd.... |
| ODE TO TRANNIE Time to oil your hands for pleasure You know what it's time to do Finger penetrating Trannie This song is real gross, doo doo Nothing's sweeter than pussy eater Or sticking weiners up yourself Come on Trannie, leave your fanny Go and screw a passing elf |
| I HAVE THE JUNK One day I got a call from a radio show I could win prizes, I could win dough. All I had to do was grab a hunk Unzip, get a grip and say 'I have the junk' |
| PHOOEY To avoid a hangover, follow every alcoholic beverage with a glass of water, or drink beer with no preservatives, or alternatively, DON'T DRINK. |