(Epigram-style poem)
A lecherous old man who pretends to be good Santa,
The sexual abuse of young girls is on his agenda.
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by Andy Batt.
sexual harassment
The sadistic Secret Santa poem
(Cinquain-style poem)
Santa,
The vile use him
To send snide messages
To their disliked, chosen victim.
Damages. But wait there’s more!
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The social-group-monger
I felt powerless to fight against injustice borne by someone who happened to hold power in a social group they created.
Comments about this post on ABC Open 500 words – Bully.
As my children were teenagers, I had more time to banish my lonely migrant symptoms by seeking social interactions with other adults.
I joined a mixed group. I remember that I felt so safe and welcomed with the group leader’s friendly manner. But wait there’s more!
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The social-group-monger poem
(Gwawdodyn-style poem)
Build a social group and he’s a King,
Free to cause folks emotional sting,
To gain controls over those lonely souls,
To bully, harass or have a fling!
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by Andy Rennie.
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The best male bum Christmas award
Too bad, I’d sullied the team’s reputation.
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Soon after I started as a new comer in the team, I received an email invitation for an SWB lunch. I didn’t know what SWB meant and was told it stood for “Secret Women’s Business”. But wait there’s more!
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The best male bum Christmas award poem
(Lai-style poem)
Male pec and male bum,
Kill off the boredom,
Eye-sex. But wait there’s more!
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A tale of the chosen
A pattern of being chosen and falling victim kept repeating on me. This time I turned the tables on fate.
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I was paralysed with fear and sat through the meeting with my lab manager, looking down at the floor, saying nothing, until there was a long silence and we left the room.
I wanted to talk to someone about the stress I was enduring but also was afraid they couldn’t keep it secret, sparking uncontrollable rumours in the office.
I ended up keeping everything to myself. But wait there’s more!
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A tale of the chosen poem
(Vietnamese-luc-bat-style poem)
Comments about this post on ABC Open 500 words – U-turn.
Why had I been chosen?
Why had heartbreak fallen on me? But wait there’s more!
