#377

Blessed Injury

Time has come and truth is seen 

Fucked and whored since but a tween

Man wants no part as he’s seen shit

Of different sort and wants none of it

Painful hell, elapsed benefit in disguise 

Best of best seen lesser in counter eyes

Bullshit system, manipulation run amuck 

For the longest time, lamented being stuck

Or so it seemed, married not nor never hence

Forth…for known is truth, that it makes no sense

But for feminine gain, “independent” ones

To live off sweat of what others have done

Stretches, yawns, greats daylight arrival

Life is grandest when not fought for daily survival

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#374

Why Good Men Gone

Gone the days of youth

Fun had, fucks bad and good a plenty

Wall struck, face first 

Bewilderment marks face shocked by real

Fertility wanes as value plummets 

Responsibility skirted for woman card play

I have a vagina! I have a vagina! 

Woman card fades fast or faster 

Oblivious acting, same always engendered 

Privilege had, taken for granted

Where have all the good men gone?

There remains as attraction wanes

No longer slutground play

Life is real, welcome to it.

 

#373

Romantic Love Does Not Exist

Shifting weights are changing minds 

What weighs on in unending reverence 

Weighs ended on satisfaction halt 

Bend not in Rome spired notions 

Of farcical emotion, false representation 

What does not, can not exist 

Roman romance, Shakespeare’s jest 

Guy and girl suicide rife folly of youth 

Folly of history remembrance 

Glorified stupidity, relished society over 

Misread satire, misinterpreted brilliance