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Spit On Your Name (Adult content) Offensive Language

Hey! slimy cocksucker,
fuck ya!
have you even shed a thought for her?
have you even an ounce of pride?
have you even tried? or.. cried
or looked for your sense of honour?
your sense of order?
your sense of decency?
an escape from your inconsistencies?

Look around on this earth
through your narrow vision
you could possibly even comprehend
if you extend your narrow ranges
uhhh there's been a few changes.
But alas, your brains stayed the same
since Rome in the middle ages
or maybe even the dawn of time
where you would've fit right in
tight with all the cavemen
"Me Man! Me see pussy! It mine?"
shut the fuck up cuntslime!
someone needs to say these things
and put you in your place
before I pay some guy named "Plaguez"
to fuckstart your face
ill pay him a dollar fifty a day
for a year and ninety days
to cut "cunt" in your limbs
with your mums rusty razor blades.

But first, come with me
and step upon the precipice
unbeknown to you you've waited your whole life
just for a piece of this.
I've made my decisions
now you make yours
The girl I love
or those 2 cent whores
Cheat.. The floor is yours, now deliver
don't slither away now you've gone all a quiver
you have these responsibilities at hand
don't go all limp
and then pretend your a man
you're a dog!
you're a dog and ill say it louder
its cliche but if you cross me again
ill beat your face into fine powder

I'll ask again
have you even shed a thought for her?
she's everything a man could ever need
you hurt her man,
you made her heart bleed
you made her cry
you made her sob
you made her doubt herself
and later hate herself
and for that, you don't deserve breath
you hurt a sweet girl
and I won't forget
I'll take my hate for you to my death
it'll be alongside my love for her
my insecurities and  my self respect
ill raise my fists
and hold her in high acclaim
but i will forever spit blood on your name.
— Bosscombat, Aug 24, 2009

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Seren

Seren

16 years 9 months ago

Dear Matty :O

Woooooooooooooooooooow Great Rant !!..... just wow Matty brilliant writing .. I am godsmacked ... love you huni hope you feel better now ???? lol Love and hugz Jayne see you on fridayyyyyyyyyyyyy woooooooottttt :D:D four days to go, four days to go wooooooo happy days :) <3 "We did not change as we grew older; we just became more clearly ourselves. Lynn Hall" ...
Seren

Seren

16 years 9 months ago

OMFG

BOTH OF YOU IN SPOTLIGHT IN ONE NIGHT ... you guys rock LOl love you congrates darlin lmao ;) "We did not change as we grew older; we just became more clearly ourselves. Lynn Hall" ...
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Bosscombat

16 years 9 months ago

hahaha

his poem rips over this one though lol ♣
Geezer

Geezer

16 years 9 months ago

Spitting Blood....

I couldn't have said it better, maybe different but.... I don't know who you are mad at, but if you want I will send my killer over to lend you a hand. I just know he must deserve it. It is so much fun when they deserve it. I could get real worked up over this and do a fine job. The pay doesn't matter. Glad to be your newest buddy, Gee
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Bosscombat

16 years 9 months ago

Gee

hey mate, just needed a vent thanks for the offer too :p i'll keep it in mind :p glad u liked this..(i think) ♣
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Silent Whisper…

16 years 9 months ago

...........

fuckin wow.....just as ive said b4.... ur unique talent of words never ceases to amaze me... ur mind is brilliant...like a rose....beautiful to sight....but a thorn well hidden and the power in ur heart ...yet as soft n kind as a monk.....brutal to those deserving i hope this guy pays for what hes done if its real... n i hope this girl realises how much of an amazing guy u r ....im honored just to kno u let alone call u my brother :) so ill end this with a "Fuck Yeh that was sick!" i await impatiently for the next one...u truely are a gifted artist with many talents
Kailashana

Kailashana

16 years 9 months ago

Much as I love your rant,

Much as I love your rant, don't use the word *dog* in vain! GDI! LOL! p.s. wtf was I when I missed the prelude to this rant?
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Bosscombat

16 years 9 months ago

:)

heya in Australia formally in certain circles and recently more widespread to call someone a "dog" is the worst of worst insults.. it was only fitting.. the prelude has been a long time in the making.. this isnt a spare of the momment rant lol damn pent up frustrations. ♣
Seren

Seren

16 years 9 months ago

LOL I knew the GD it

But Anna I see you write imo what does it meen?I shall look like a wally on matts poem ... Love you Jayne x x "We did not change as we grew older; we just became more clearly ourselves. Lynn Hall" ...
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Bosscombat

16 years 9 months ago

:P

as long as my poem is the only thing you look like a wally on :p ♣
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bjp

16 years 9 months ago

Dear BossCombat

Well! This is a doozy. Olya says she likes it. And I like that you use whatever language you want. Olya likes it because it has almost no redeeming qualities: no ear, the rhyme, the rhythm, the content. the bullying, the bravado, the medieval-like over the top chivelry. In some weird way, it has a heroic stance..., aka Don Quixote's tilting. It spreads testosterone around like hot mustard on a hotdog bun. At some level, it is entertainment. Brian
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Bosscombat

16 years 9 months ago

:)

thanks Brian, thanks Olya, thanks for the comment :) the over the top chivalry and bravado you mentioned have not really been qualities i would have generally liked to portray. But alas, passion, hatred and 1/2 a bottle of whiskey got the better of me.. as i said to kailashana the prelude to this rant has been a long time in the making.. i think i finally got it off my chest. and i can see how this spreading of the testosterone can make people feel uneasy and me seem like a dick.. but i dont care.. i spoke from my heart. Bosscombat p.s what does "no ear" mean? im only new to this whole poetry thing haha
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bjp

16 years 9 months ago

Dear BossCombat,

In this context, "no ear" means that this poem is like jazz to the unjazzified - a concoction of brass moving to and fro with the abandon of the imbibing writer. It is in keeping with the general thrust of the poem, so I would not change a thing. On the subject of chivalry, I will quote at some length form my very favourite author on the subject, Barbara Tuchman. From her book, A Distant Mirror: The Calamitous 14th Century, published in 1978, pages 62-69: "Of chivalry...much is known. More than a code of manners in war and love, chivalry was a moral system, governing the whole of noble life. That it was about four parts in five illusion made it no less governing for all that.... Since a knight's usual activities were as much at odds with Christian theory as a merchant's, a moral gloss was needed that would allow the Church to tolerate the warriors in good conscience and the warriors to pursue their own values in spiritual comfort.... ...courtly love was [chivalry's] dreamland. Courtly love was understood by its contemporaries to be love for its own sake, romantic love, true love, physical love, unassociated with property or family, and consequently focused on another man's wife, since only such an illicit liaison could have no other aim but love alone. (Love of the maiden was virtually ruled out since this would have raised dangerous problems, and besides, maidens of the noble estate usually jumped form childhood to marriage with hardly an interval for romance.)... The chivalric love affair moved from worship through declaration of passionate devotion, virtuous rejection by the lady, renewed wooing with oaths of eternal fealty, moans of approaching death from unsatisfied desire, heroic deeds of valor which won the lady's heart by prowess, consummation of the secret love, followed by endless adventures and subterfuges to a tragic demouement. The most widely known of all such romances and the last of its kind was the Chatelain de Coucy.... In the legend [the hero] falls madly in love with the Dame de Fayel and through an enormous series of maneuvers occupying 8,266 lines of verse is decoyed into the Third Crusade by the jealous husband, covers himself with glory, and when fatally wounded by a poisoned arrow, composes a last song and farewell letter to be dispatched after his death in a box with his embalmed heart and a lock of the lady's hair. Carried by a faithful servant, the box is intercepted by the husband, who has the heart cooked and served to his wife. On being informed what she has eaten, she swears that after such a noble food she well never eat again and dies, while the husband exiles himself in a lifelong pilgrimage to obtain pardon for his deed. ... Nothing fits this canon. The gay, the elevating, the ennobling pursuit is founded upon sin and invites the dishonor it is supposed to avert. Courtly love was a greater tangle of irreconcilables than usury. It remained artificial, a literary convention, a fantasy (like modern pornography) more for purposes of discussion than for every day practice. The realities were more normal..." Whereupon Ms. Tuchman describes the tendency of many knight's to say anything to get into a girls pants... er.... under their many folds of garments. Brian
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Bosscombat

16 years 9 months ago

:)

I've never been so informed on chivalry thanks mate :) ill say almost anything to get under a girls many folds of garment :p not sure if that makes me a knight or just a sleaze :p thanks again Brian, and of course Olya. ♣
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sweetspirit

16 years 9 months ago

Yahoooooo

I'll give ya 5 stars because I love it..I love when the a man stands up and sticks up for the woman he loves..is sassy, its bold and just down right sexy!! Thumbs up!! Jen
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Bosscombat

16 years 9 months ago

:)

hey Jen i do love her very dearly lol i cant help but be pissed off that shes been hurt thanks heaps for the comment and the stars:p Bosscombat
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lyz

16 years 9 months ago

Dear Boscombat

Any women would be proud to have you there to stand up for her.Respect. Great write. Lyz.x