Let's Call Her Dirty Pistacio

A long, over-due reaction.

Yes. I called you a whore, a harlot, a cunt who can't keep your legs closed. I called you a home wrecker, a bitch in heat, a slut pretending to be someone else. I don't care about your reasons, about your need of justifying that longing inside you, about your claim to 'lack of control' over things that were never meant to be controlled in the first place like love. How could you mistake selfishness for love??? You call making love to another woman's husband, love? Silly woman, your principles are ridiculous (which you probably take great pride in) as they fit perfectly well with your loose morale. You watched that son of a bitch abandon his pregnant wife with delight. You stood there with a smirk on your face, rejoicing on the thought that you won, without an inch of consideration for the children's well being while the wife fell into pieces. You were a happy spectator to a woman's agony that stretched from where you were standing all the way to where her two other cherubs were patiently waiting. You uncaring little fuc*er, I pray that some madwoman will escape from a mental hospital, choose you as her victim and strangle you.

Pervert Alert

hey daddy-o what do you know
your stench is leaking in the gallows
wretched wrinkles you crease with your smile
time is running fast, better run many miles
you recall wartime perks and past glories
like a child crying for bed time stories
you sit your big, buffed ass all day
only for Ms. Titties to play
oh you swine, you call yourself an honorable man
with a rank of two stars that we women should ban
you sniff me like a dog sniffing a bitch in heat
can't you see you disgust me, you creep!
your filthy hands sometimes wander to places
some girls shrug it off like flies in mazes
you're a different kind of spiderman
one i love to smash with a rusty can
Mr. Colonel you make my skin crawl
go back to the sewers and roll
i wish someone would just shoot you in the head
or better yet, electrecute you like Ted
oh it gives me so much glee just thinking about it
when dead, we'll throw your body in a garbage pit
there, the rats will feast on you
best for us but too bad for you...boohoo!

Si Manay

Caution: Some lines may not be suitable for young readers, discretion is advised. This was created when the writer's state of mind (and emotion?) was nowhere close to normal.

hoy ipokritang Manay
talagang pinipikon mo ako
'tang ina ka, ang pangit ng palda mo

ginagago mo ba ang iyong sarili
sa paniniwalang mas nakakaangat ka
boypren mong "kumot-kumot" binabalahura

siguro bago kayo naghahalikan
naglalagay ka muna ng deodorant sa bibig
para na rin sa kilikili niyang tinutubig

pak shet pepe mo meh nana
hugasan mo muna bago mo ipa-finger sa Pana

di ka naaawa sa asawa mo sa pinas
hiwalayan mo na siya at mawawalan siya ng malas
at ikaaw kung nabuntis, siguradong si Pana mo maghuhugas

eh yung mga anak mo
di mo ba sila naiisip
kunsabagay kelan ka ba talaga nag-iisip, bwisit!

kunwari ka pang pabasa-basa ng bibliya
si Madam Auring ang kausapin mo
nagmamalinis na puta

lumayu-layo ka
at baka gugulpihin kita gamit ay batuta

ang tindi mo
pinagseselosan ang lahat
kala mo pumapatol kami sa mukhang peklat

ginagawa mo pang motel ang dating kwarto ni Arkhom
dyugdyugan blues at kung ano pang naaayun
pag ako napuno, ako'y magsusumbong sa hukom

tanggap ko pa kung hindi ka naninigurado
eh segurista ka kasi
pasensha ka, sayo---wala akong respeto

goodluck sa'yo, sana ay matauhan ka
susuka muna ako, bumaliktad kasi aking sikmura