Monkey's Mean Love Thread

WickedEve

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mean as in " you left me you bitch and I'm burning your panties in the yard"
or mean as in
" beg for the paddle cumslut"
That's right! All mean goes in this thread. Some of us don't feel squishy and passionate on Valentine's Day. Some of us have mean love in our hearts! :devil:

Write a damn poem.


I'll be later to read them. Much later. I'm in the process of unhooking this dell bitch and hooking up the new dell bitch I bought to replace it. :cool:

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castaway
relegated to this barstool
with no SOS to send
but plenty of bottles
to open
looking for
a message
 
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this says it better

Missie How You Let Me Down - Richard Thompson

Hailstones and a sickle moon and the north wind races
One more night of running my mind over lost embraces
The steps you made when you walked away
Still frozen in the ground
Oh missie how you let me down
Oh missie how you let me down
Oh missie how you let me down
And lies won't break my fall
Lies won't break my fall

Your food's still sitting there at the table where you used to be
The shape of you is still in the bed there next to me
Maybe I could find some trace of you to keep around
Oh missie how you let me down
Oh missie how you let me down

For far too long you kept me waiting
Reaching out into empty air
Even now you'd never say it face to face
That you really don't care
And if you never liked pulling teeth
Then why, why did you tie me in the dentist's chair

Ah you left your mark on this old place, that you did
I could stew in here like a pressure cooker and screw down the lid
Or maybe I should just take a match
And burn the whole thing to the ground

Oh missie how you let me down
Oh missie how you let me down
Oh missie how you let me down

Oh missie how you let me down
Oh missie how you let me down
Oh missie how you let me down
And lies won't break my fall
Lies won't break my fall
 
Deciding Factor

I've all the money I need
Too bad it threatens your maleness
Foolish to think we'd succeed.
I've all the money I need
Bore me no more about greed
How it breeds nothing but staleness.
I've all the money I need
Too bad it threatens your maleness.

Jill Williams
 
I will bite you in passion
teeth bared in sweet agony
I will bite your neck to the point
of pain but not to draw
red on your white flesh
I will bite your nipples pretending
to suck nibble turns to teeth
but there's no stopping there
I have a taste for flesh
flush with sweat to lick
and drink in your musk
scent to Heaven north of
chest hair and south of knees
I promise not to bite
Trust me.
 
My Favorite Billie Holiday/Lester Young Duo

Mean to Me
Roy Turk / Fred E. Ahlert

You're mean to me
Why must you be mean to me?
Gee, honey, it seems to me
You love to see me cryin'

I don't know why
I stay home each night
When you say you'll phone
You don't and I'm left alone.
Singin' the blues and sighin'

You treat me coldly each day in the year
You always scold me
Whenever somebody is near, dear

It must be great fun to be mean to me
You shouldn't, for can't you see
What you mean to me
 
She castigates with paper-cut words,
stinging repartees that bend under rebuttal
to wounded silence as if
he were man enough to take it without reprisal.

He looks up on hearing her razor-wire tone
as she struts her superior position
in stiletto heels.
Desiring emasculation, she smiles.

Her sense of sensual bends and flexes,
yet snaps back under strain.
A whipping cable cuts through unprotected skin,
undermined ego.

He carries his wounded image
over his shoulder, bent down by her
effortless sense of scorn.
Pitched just loud enough to carry.
 
Mean old blues for the mean thread

Who Wants Love?
Gus Kahn / Franz Waxman

Who wants love?
Love is a joy we borrow
Pay back in tears tomorrow
So who wants love?

Who wants love?
Something to fill your heart with
So very soon to part with
So who wants love?

Love is a dream of weaving
Moonbeams in patterns rare
Love is a child believing
Stories of castles in the air

So who wants love?
I'll go away without it
I know too much about it
Who wants love?
 
You Can Be Mean To Me - Bob and Tom

You can be mean to me,
Mean as you want to be.
Just say anything that you like.

You can be nasty and catty,
and cruel and unusual.
Twist my nose with your fingers,
trip me while i carry liquids.

But as you pin me down,
my arms down on the ground,
and your spit drips into my face,
deep in the back of your mind
remember at some point you'll have to fall asleep.

And when you fall asleep,
into your room I'll creep.
Did something move in the dark 'neath your bed?
And then a voice you hear,
its calling loud and clear,
a voice that is your own,
a voice thats saying "aaaargh!!"

The catalogue I found
sells roaches by the pound
a package of indellible dye
why would a guy such as I
ever buy indellible dye
blue as the sky, don't ask me why

There's things that one can do
with ben-gay, nair, and super-glue
don't the thought just give you a thrill
I think the meek shall inherit
because they'll stay up late and change the will

And when you fall asleep,
into your room I'll creep.
Did something move in the dark 'neath your bed?
And then a voice you hear,
its calling loud and clear,
a voice that is your own,
a voice thats saying "aaaargh!!"
 
I'm on a Roxy jag

Bitter Sweet
(Ferry/MacKay)

Well this is such a sad affair
I've opened up my heart
So many times
But now it's closed

Oh my dear every salted tear
It wrings bittersweet applause

But when the show's in full swing
Every once in a while
High stepping chorus lines
Mean I'm forgetting
Mein lullaby Liebchen

How rich in contrast love can be
Sometimes I'm quite amused
To see it twist and turn
To taste both sweet and dry

These vintage years
Lovers you consume, my friend
As others their wine

*Nein, Das is nicht
Das Ende der Welt
Gestrandet an Leben und Kunst
Und das Spiel geht weiter
Wie Man weiss
Noch viele Schonste, Wiedersehn

And now, as you turn to leave
You try to force a smile
As if to compensate
Then you break down and cry


*German Translation*

No, it's not the end of the world
Stranded in the art of life
And the game goes on
As one knows
There are many beautiful things to come
 
One of my all-time favorites

You're Breakin My Heart
Harry Nilsson

You're breakin' my heart
You're tearin' it apart
So fuck you
All I want to do
Is have a good time
Now I'm blue
You wanna boogaloo
Run down to Tramps
Have a dance or two--ooh!
You're breaking my heart
You're tearin' it apart
So fuck you

You're breakin' my heart
You're tearin' it apart
Ooh!--ooh!--
You stepped on my ass
You're breaking my glasses too
You wanna drive my car
Buy a lot of stuff
I've had enough
Of you--ooh!
I'm goin' insane
There's no one to blame
So fuck you

You've gotta have your way
There's nothin' left to say
There's nothin' left to do--ooh!
You're breakin' my heart
You're tearin' it apart
So fuck you

You've gotta have your way
There's nothin' left to say
There's nothin' left to do--ooh!
You're breakin' my heart
You're tearin' it apart
But I love you
 
I always wanted to get up and belt this out......

Oh, Daddy

(Russel - Herbert)

Vocals by Ethel Waters, recorded 4/5/1921.


Just like a flower, I am fading away,
The doctor calls to see me 'most every day,
But he don't do me no good;
Why?
Because I'm longing for you.
And if you care for me,
You will listen to my plea:

Oh, Daddy, look what you're doing, look what you're doing!
Oh, Daddy!
You with you fooling;
Think what you're losing,
Oh, all the little lovings that I gave for you,
It's going to make you feel awfully blue,
When you miss me and long to kiss me,
You'll regret the day that you ever quit me.
Oh, Daddy,
Think when you're all alone,
Why, you'll want me, just wait and see,
But there'll be someone else making love to me!
Then, Daddy! Daddy! You won't have no lover at all.

Oh, Daddy, look what you're doing, look what you're doing!
Oh, Daddy,
You with your fooling,
Think what you're losing,
All the little lovings that I gave for you;
It's going to make you feel awfully blue,
When you miss me and long to kiss me,
You'll regret the day that you ever quit me.
Oh, Daddy,
Think when you're all alone,
Why, you'll want me, just wait and see,
But there'll be someone else making love to me!
Then, Daddy! Daddy! You won't have no lover at all.
 
Telephone Line - ELO

Hello - how are you
Have you been alright, through all those lonely nights,
That's what I'd say, I'd tell you everything,
If you'd pick up that telephone - yeah yeah yeah yeha

Hey - how you feelin'
Are you still the same?
Don't you realize the things we did were dear, all for real not a dream,
I just can't believe
They've all faded out of view - yeah yeah yeah

do wop, dooby dooby wop - do wah tonight
blue days black nights - do wah tonight
I look into the sky - the love you need ain't gonna ses you thorugh
and I wonder why - the little things you find me coming through.

Oh Oh - Telephone line, give me some time, I'm living in twilight
Oh Oh - Telephone line, give me some time, I'm living in twilight

O.K. - so no-one's answering,
Well can't you just let it ring a little longer, longer, longer - oh oh
I'll just sit tight, through the shadows of the night,
Let it ring for evermore, yeah yeah yeah

do wop, dooby dooby wop - do wah tonight
blue days black nights - do wah tonight
I look into the sky - the love you need ain't gonna ses you thorugh
and I wonder why - the little things you find me coming through.

Oh Oh - Telephone line, give me some time, I'm living in twilight
Oh Oh - Telephone line, give me some time, I'm living in twilight
 
saldne said:
I thought we were supposed to write our own poems. :confused:

I did.

Tristesse said:
I will bite you in passion
teeth bared in sweet agony
I will bite your neck to the point
of pain but not to draw
red on your white flesh
I will bite your nipples pretending
to suck nibble turns to teeth
but there's no stopping there
I have a taste for flesh
flush with sweat to lick
and drink in your musk
scent to Heaven north of
chest hair and south of knees
I promise not to bite
Trust me.

:D Your turn.
 
Oh it's so funny to be seeing you after so long, girl.
And with the way you look I understand
that you were not impressed.
But I heard you let that little friend of mine
take off your party dress.
I'm not going to get too sentimental
like those other sticky valentines,
'cause I don't know if you are loving somebody.
I only know it isn't mine.

Alison, I know this world is killing you.
Oh, Alison, my aim is true.

Well I see you've got a husband now.
Did he leave your pretty fingers lying
in the wedding cake?
You used to hold him right in your hand.
I'll bet he took all he could take.
Sometimes I wish that I could stop you from talking
when I hear the silly things that you say.
I think somebody better put out the big light,
'cause I can't stand to see you this way.

Alison, I know this world is killing you.
Oh, Alison, my aim is true.
My aim is true.
 
WickedEve said:
You have a tunnel of hate?
I want a tunnel of hate!

It changed to hate-filled pussy. Thanks for encouraging me to finish. :rolleyes:
 
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