Modern Woman

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5066]

The tell-tale signs of the Modern Woman.
FALSE

Cosmetic nips and tuck, pouting lips resembling a duck

Botched face out of place, a moon-beam entity from out of space

Detox, Botox, hair extension locks, a “vajazzle” on the hairy box. Thinks she is Samantha Fox, more like Brian Cox

Silicone t~~~, size A bony bits, doesn’t shave the pits, friends with benefits

False eyelashes, perfume splashes, two day sperm inside, smelly gashes

Make-ups been applied with a trowel, resting bitch face scowl, sings in the shower, friends and family say, “Contact Simon Cowell”, eye shadow, look like an owl

Tinted eyebrow pluck, false likes on Facebook, uses her feet to mash potatoes, admits defeat, can’t cook, refuses to suck, hard luck beta schmuck

Moody blues, not enough shoes, secret text messages gives clues, no pre-nup, you lose

Pink nail vanished toes, watching reality shows promoting ho’s in scantly dressed clothes

In the hive slagging off their “man”, so contrived, if you can, leave her behind……

[MarketWatcherParticipant]

Damn it. I fell for it again. At least this is sort of a MGTOW topic…

As usual this does not belong in central. It is not relevant news or general discussion. It is put here for attention.

[AposematicParticipant 2671]

I liked that Colin, less abstract and more TourdeNarcorca. Stanza 2 could work in scarred frothy putrifying “Tinder Box” being snuggly incubated by a Gunt with the visceral fat generated by “Healthy whole grains” etc. all being recorded by a device for the benefit of a hive

Afinogyny.. from the Greek Afino {to abandon/ to set down/ to leave /to allow/ to let } + Gyny {Women} MGHOW’s philosophy to not engage women without “hating them”. Narcorca =Narcissistic Orca typically spouting to a bathroom mirror taking an arms length selfie ; Wallinate describes post wall females whose SMV is terminally negligible New Years resolution "To not make women happy" . Instadestitue: yet another Neologism for Men that cohabit with women that decide to pull the handle of intervention orders.

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5066]

Aposematic wrote:

I liked that Colin, less abstract and more TourdeNarcorca. Stanza 2 could work in scarred frothy putrifying “Tinder Box” being snuggly incubated by a Gunt with the visceral fat generated by “Healthy whole grains” etc. all being recorded by a device for the benefit of a hive

Aposematic wrote:

I liked that Colin, less abstract and more TourdeNarcorca. Stanza 2 could work in scarred frothy putrifying “Tinder Box” being snuggly incubated by a Gunt with the visceral fat generated by “Healthy whole grains” etc. all being recorded by a device for the benefit of a hive

Befits the wantons snivelling into a sanguine sublimity, paraded as a modern interlude.

[HermitParticipant]

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

The tell-tale signs of the Modern Woman.
FALSE

Cosmetic nips and tuck, pouting lips resembling a duck

Botched face out of place, a moon-beam entity from out of space

Detox, Botox, hair extension locks, a “vajazzle” on the hairy box. Thinks she is Samantha Fox, more like Brian Cox

Silicone t~~~, size A bony bits, doesn’t shave the pits, friends with benefits

False eyelashes, perfume splashes, two day sperm inside, smelly gashes

Make-ups been applied with a trowel, resting bitch face scowl, sings in the shower, friends and family say, “Contact Simon Cowell”, eye shadow, look like an owl

Tinted eyebrow pluck, false likes on Facebook, uses her feet to mash potatoes, admits defeat, can’t cook, refuses to suck, hard luck beta schmuck

Moody blues, not enough shoes, secret text messages gives clues, no pre-nup, you lose

Pink nail vanished toes, watching reality shows promoting ho’s in scantly dressed clothes

In the hive slagging off their “man”, so contrived, if you can, leave her behind……

This is one of your better ones, Colin. Keep ’em comin’. I like it.

I was against you in the beginning, as you know, but you have a die hard fan now.

……..and give them tricky titles so Market~~~cher keeps getting sucked in. LOL Sorry Market~~~cher, but your post really cracked me up. That was the funniest damn thing I’ve seen here in a long time.

The evil in women’s hearts leaves them no moral bounds as to inhibit them from descending to the lowest levels of darkness to acquire their self entitled desires.

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5066]

Thank Herm. I think British humour is much more dark, sombre and self-deprecating than over the pond. Check out my animal poems if you haven’t already.

[HermitParticipant]

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

Thank Herm. I think British humour is much more dark, sombre and self-deprecating than over the pond. Check out my animal poems if you haven’t already.

Sorry, but honestly I couldn’t relate to those. I’m more partial to your poems like “Death” and “Bones In A Box”.

I’m not inspired to write poetry, but I bet you could write a good one titled, “The Smell of the Grave” I see it starting like this: “Looking up from my grave…………”

Ok, now write! LOL

The evil in women’s hearts leaves them no moral bounds as to inhibit them from descending to the lowest levels of darkness to acquire their self entitled desires.

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5066]

Hermit wrote:

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

Thank Herm. I think British humour is much more dark, sombre and self-deprecating than over the pond. Check out my animal poems if you haven’t already.

Sorry, but honestly I couldn’t relate to those. I’m more partial to your poems like “Death” and “Bones In A Box”.

I’m not inspired to write poetry, but I bet you could write a good one titled, “The Smell of the Grave” I see it starting like this: “Looking up from my grave…………”

Ok, now write! LOL

Ah, you like the morbid ones. I will try and write one with that title, although it has to flow naturally, as opposed than on demand.

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5066]

For you herm: THE SMELL OF THE GRAVE

Looking up from my grave, engraved on the tombstone, WHY!, skin flayed, skeleton bone dry

The smell of my grave, smells like Grandad’s aftershave. Still trying to get into Grandma’s knickers, needs to behave

Looking up from my grave, face milky white, skin no longer tight, finally had a shave

Six feet down, fixed with a permanent frown, standing abound, attired into a size too big black gown

A pedo Priest, departed on the sixth of the sixth, 2026, the number of the beast

Should of chose to burn, ashes placed in a urn

Scattered into a canal where my only pal, a watervole who comes out of his hole, one mouthful, consumes me whole

A week later s~~~s me out……

[HermitParticipant]

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

For you herm: THE SMELL OF THE GRAVE

Looking up from my grave, engraved on the tombstone, WHY!, skin flayed, skeleton bone dry

The smell of my grave, smells like Grandad’s aftershave. Still trying to get into Grandma’s knickers, needs to behave

Looking up from my grave, face milky white, skin no longer tight, finally had a shave

Six feet down, fixed with a permanent frown, standing abound, attired into a size too big black gown

A pedo Priest, departed on the sixth of the sixth, 2026, the number of the beast

Should of chose to burn, ashes placed in a urn

Scattered into a canal where my only pal, a watervole who comes out of his hole, one mouthful, consumes me whole

A week later s~~~s me out……

That’s pretty good for an on demand poem.

The evil in women’s hearts leaves them no moral bounds as to inhibit them from descending to the lowest levels of darkness to acquire their self entitled desires.

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5066]

Hermit wrote:

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

For you herm: THE SMELL OF THE GRAVE

Looking up from my grave, engraved on the tombstone, WHY!, skin flayed, skeleton bone dry

The smell of my grave, smells like Grandad’s aftershave. Still trying to get into Grandma’s knickers, needs to behave

Looking up from my grave, face milky white, skin no longer tight, finally had a shave

Six feet down, fixed with a permanent frown, standing abound, attired into a size too big black gown

A pedo Priest, departed on the sixth of the sixth, 2026, the number of the beast

Should of chose to burn, ashes placed in a urn

Scattered into a canal where my only pal, a watervole who comes out of his hole, one mouthful, consumes me whole

A week later s~~~s me out……

That’s pretty good for an on demand poem.

Cheers. Pressure is good, fold or focus.

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