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    You Dirty Rotten Filthy Pig
    You Dirty Rotten Filthy Pig
    You Dirty Rotten Filthy Pig
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    You Dirty Rotten Filthy Pig

    By Allyson Moore

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    Nice girls do not yell at men. We are supposed to take whatever is dished out at us and smile in return. No matter how awful.

    Our mothers taught us this and then our churches, schools, political and cultural institutions reinforced it. Nice girls keep their mouths shut.

    No more.

    In You Dirty Rotten Filthy Pig Allyson Moore finally finds her voice and when she does, people are shocked.

    Taken from incidents in her own life Allyson humorously, often acerbically shares the things that she wished that she could have said to the men in her life, but did not.

    Is there something that you wish that you could have said to a husband, lover or boyfriend? Read what Allyson has and perhaps you will too.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherTrafford Publishing
    Release dateSep 20, 2012
    ISBN9781466949799
    You Dirty Rotten Filthy Pig
    Author

    Allyson Moore

    Allyson Moore is an average, middle-aged woman. In a crowd there is nothing to distinguish her from anyone else, save for her blond hair. A rigid upbringing, an abusive marriage, and an authoritarian religious structure created the desire in her to let her voice be heard. Born during the baby boomer generation, she and her sisters have struggled to find their voices. As hers emerges in this collection of poems about the painful relationship with her mother, the reader may be shocked at the magnitude of secrets that are revealed.

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      You Dirty Rotten Filthy Pig - Allyson Moore

      Curse

      Drop dead

      You dirty rotten filthy pig

      As these words come out

      I retract them

      I want to scream

      But stifle it

      Good girls do not yell at lovers

      No matter what they have done

      How could you do this to me

      You selfish

      Heartless

      Freak?

      Irish Catholic middle-aged women

      Do not throw things at men

      I however would like to take a baseball bat to your head

      And take my chances with going to hell

      It Sucks

      I can’t yell at you

      Although I would like to do so

      Nice girls

      Don’t do that

      I can’t scream at you

      Use four letter words

      Let you know in no uncertain terms

      How much you hurt me

      Society dictates that I keep

      My mouth shut

      That I suffer in silence

      While you get away with it

      I guess I’m no Teresa

      Sitting

      Today I sat and

      Waited for the email

      That never came

      A thousand times

      I clicked

      Send and receive

      But there was nothing from you

      Today I sat and

      Waited in earnest

      For you to call me

      But your call never came

      A hundred times

      I jumped

      When the phone rang

      But it was only those stupid solicitation calls

      Tonight

      I sit in my loneliness

      Despairing that I have not heard from you

      Tomorrow

      I will sit again

      And wait

      Sex Kills

      Oh

      Oh

      Oh baby

      OMG

      Baby

      I’m going to explode

      And indeed you did

      Filling me with yourself

      As you climbed off of me

      You mentioned that sex had

      Never before given you a headache

      Twenty-four hours later

      You were hospitalized

      The force of our lovemaking

      Precipitating a brain aneurism

      That nearly killed you

      Charlatan

      Believing that I was street wise

      I am surprised that

      I got hooked

      By you

      I thought that I had more intelligence

      Than to allow a man like you into my life

      I did not know that I was susceptible

      To a man who was such a whore

      I thought my independence

      Would keep me out of harms way

      My path having been forged

      Without dependency upon anyone

      I thought that I could

      Discern the charlatans

      Perceive the deceivers

      But clearly I was wrong

      As a predator senses its

      Victim’s vulnerabilities

      You preyed upon mine

      Then attacked and conquered

      Toe Nails

      Ugh!

      You cut me again you Jack Ass

      How many times do I have to ask you

      To cut your toe nails?

      Ouch!

      I got sliced again

      As we cuddled together while we slept

      You woke me with your little toe razors

      My ankles look like

      Someone sliced me with blades

      What would it take

      For you to

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