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FOr the Players (Poetry by a Black poet :Me, charismaallover)

One mile in front of the tornado

I hear about them MF’ers and see them in public,
Bye bye to these players, I ain’t hearing their rhetoric,
Everything would be great if the world was split in
half and these mofos would stay on their side, …………………
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These sob’s are the train wreck of life, Message to those players:
They can keep those germs from all the women they sleep with,
They use women and flip them over like their disks,……………………..
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 Forget
about the ladies, all they deserve is those dirty hoes, so
they can feel free to find their match by working their
fingers and toes, These damn players go around poking
women with their nasty parts like they are the dirty needle,
………….
They claim they’ve been disrespected and have disrespected
some woman, They not a real man, And they think us women
should be used? Do they think their mothers being played
should be excused? I’m guessing a player’s favorite place is
on myspace and facebook to track them hoes, They are
happy now sexing around but their future will have its
woes,………….
 They use and can be used
till they are a speck of dust
and disappear like they are no more, Some woman will hammer
them in and even the score, ………
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So all the players, can go melt away
like butter in the sun, A real lady does not want any part of
their dirty despicable fun, A Players life goal is to run around
like a damn fool ready to cheat, They’ll use the excuse of meet
and greet, Where is their conscious? NO guilt? I ask the players,
to answer the question, if they still feel?………………..
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 Why do the players even get
married when cheating is their love and occupation?
One woman is not enough for their sensations,
They feel like the woman is the fish that should be
baited and reeled! THere’s no gate or border for what
players do, They are like some nasty
smashed thing under someone’s shoe………
How many smacks and punches upside
the head does it take for the players to wake up out of
nonsense and come to? They complain and give others
reasons to complain but they think their the saint!………….
Then they feel like mud when a woman backtalks
to THEM and tells them what they do ain’t okay, Like
a cheap item on the shelf they can get knocked down,……………
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This can BE physical and ego wise when they fall down,
And to the players the world does not need any more
of them, hell it does not need the ones who exist already,……………
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These players are like the trash in the dumpster that
a good woman would throw away,
Can they evaporate the hell away? I 
hear about them, read about them and
can tell them when I see them,…………
………………  THey walk
around unoriginal, and unimportant like a no one,
They  won’t be able to KEEP anyone that’s better and they’ll
have a no one too, Players are like robots, train
to cheat on the spot,…………
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 They are people that anyone
can have and they can be tossed, I hear about them
from different people and I just wonder why anyone
exists for that purpose? All the players to the left or
right, just don’t mix with the ladies, All the players
who KNOW WHO THEY ARE can fill in the bubble for
being shady,……………
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 If all these players can think about is
sex they missing out on life, Friends with benefits?
B**** please, don’t even try it, The players are for
the desperate to say they have a raggety man
instead of no man, For the Players instead of kicking
rocks, just turn into sand, As far as the players
go, it’s one on every corner, They should stay
away from ladies and chase the hoes, That would
make the world equal!
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poem by me Tamarva Butler AKA CHARISMAALLOVER
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*I wonder how many people have read
this for fun  AND how many players will read this!*
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