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When i was a younger lad,
i just couldn't wrap my head around
why t'is that females
are so oft referred to
(albeit colloquially)
as "*******"
by certain demographics,
particularly
a certain complementary ***
i just so happen to be.

It just struck me as a bit
unfair, y'know?

But,
now that i'm a bit older,
though, t'would seem,
nary a bit wiser,
i realize
t'is indeed quite unfair,
and that's precisely why
they tend to be called
*"*******!"
Meant to be a joke.
Sorry if I offended anyone.
Call it catharsis.


As a male, i must postulate as food for thought that perhaps Bukowski was a tortured, stubborn, and sensitive Soul who is all too often misunderstood and is used as an excuse for sexist prejudice by people who have never suffered from Y-Chromosome Poisoning.
Not saying he was innocent,
but let's be honest; no one truly is.
 Jan 2016 Ezra the Poet
DET
By:D.E.T

No money, no family
Sixteen
Living in the middle of Miami
No money, no family
Living in misery

I remember when it all used to be simple
But with no cash it only turn's into triple

Back from memory
I remember there was no misery
When I had my family

Yeah, but I got this dream
That I have to follow
So, I gotta swallow
My tears that are about to drop

Yeah, had to wake up and leave New York
For my business work

No money, no family
Going to the middle of Miami
People from Miami are asking me
Why do I wanna work if I'm only sixteen
But I ain't gonna repeat this
Got alot business

Sixteen, Sixteen
Middle of Miami
Gotta take off the bus

Looking at windows alot of traffic
On the road
On the row
But  just goanna keep on
Yeah, there ain't turn back down
No, I won't frown

No money, no family
Sixteen
Middle of Miami
Hidin' my sense of expression
Cuz I'm falling into depression

But as I sow how this thing life works
It only makes me go harder
And get stronger

Funny how the people who kicked me
Now stick to me
Funny how they act like they help me get to the to the top
When all they did is tired drop
Me down into the ground

I remember when I was struggling
Y'all smirk
As y'all threw off more work
But that only made me get harder
Get tougher
Cuz my struggle
Is the only thing I am trusting

Now it's money, and family
Cuz as I work
I kept that smirk
Cuz as I trusted my struggle's
It only made me hit the score
To go harder
Life maybe hard but you just gotta go tougher and go stronger and go harder on the people who is trying to bring you down.
Copyright © 2016 D.E.T All Rights Reserved
 Jan 2016 Ezra the Poet
Rose
Old Age
 Jan 2016 Ezra the Poet
Rose
Nostalgia is an illness
with no antidote.
The older we get,
the sicker we get.
Sweetness
cures the symptoms
for awhile
but eventually we’ll overdose
on our own bitterness.
-a 16 year old
 Jan 2016 Ezra the Poet
vinny
skinny and starved
stomach growling
calm down honey relax
you're like a scared cat

even the ones
who have been around awhile
the have no feedback to provide
it's pretty straightforward:
survive

you've been to the edge
with not much damage done
looking back with regrets?
better to have none

pick up the pace
light speed is way more fun
just be prepared to ask yourself
*what have i done?
if you don't face your demons they will continue to control you
hit them head on and have no fear
freedom is on the other side i'll see you there
 Jan 2016 Ezra the Poet
vinny
maggot
 Jan 2016 Ezra the Poet
vinny
this is a savory moment
in between
when you find out
what i've been up to

and call me out
i can't keep a secret
i wear it on my smug face
a smiling lying smirk

i'm not proud of what i've done
take complete accountability
but i know if you found out
your almighty hypocrisy
will judge me

it will be completely insane
unlike no other
a come to Jesus moment
i guarantee you brother

or maybe you'll never find out
and i can keep my depravity
it's too much for you to handle
i must protect you from it  

keep it all
to me
judgments don't build credibility nor do indescretions
 Jan 2016 Ezra the Poet
Randi
i'm not nice to myself
i'm not kind to myself
i'm not proud of myself*

how do you expect me to love myself?
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