In a street swamped by

An abundant sea of darkness

Illuminated by nothing but

The concrete glow of the moon



The shadow of an amorously dangerous man

Came into existence

His ****** aroma heavily polluted the air

With opulent seduction



Making helpless slaves of

All the women in the valley

As well as heightening

Their remaining four senses



He prances around in his

Fancy, black leather jacket

With a pocket chain

Dangling from his waist side



Jet black shades occupying

The masterpiece that is his face

He blows a royal kiss of glitter

Trailing after the runaways



A swift touch to one's forehead

And in seconds she'll be on her knees

Begging and pleading for more

Simply because she can't get enough



It's as if his body was a delectable tower

Of chocolate covered strawberries

Dipped in an ocean of the most

Exquisite tasting honey known to man



Each woman who had been cast

Under his precious spell

Was now imprisoned within

A mind controlling coma



They couldn't seem to lift their inquiring eyes

From the creamy complexion of his skin

Severe urges to kiss and **** his flesh

Possessed their bodies with great power



He lives the life that most men would **** for

With thousands of women wrapped around his finger

Fulfilling his every single wish and command

Tackling him with avalanches of never ending pleasures



In the eyes of these women

He was an icon of majestic worship

They bow down before him

Massaging his toes with kisses

Leaving trails of roses to rest at his feet

And to think this persona was conceived



From his supernaturally seductive abilities

The strangest thing about this man

Was that nobody knew of his name

Nor where his audacious soul

Had so suddenly escaped from



Only that he was unimaginably handsome

His charming hex of temptation

And superior intellect alone

Had transformed stainless virgins

Into despicable nymphomaniacs



Jeopardizing the entire female gender

With his smooth talking scandals

A luxurious craft of extravagant gold

A tragic truth yet to be told



This man was known as

The Poet *** God



By Glenn McCrary



© 2011 Glenn McCrary



(All rights reserved)

Haven’t you knuckle heads ever heard of that old saying “You reap what you sow?”
Well, I find that statement presents more than a handful of truth
Every one of you validate it every day
Always bringing your misery through the door and taking it out on others
You don’t make enough money in tips or the customer’s orders are too fancy, indecisive, or extensive
Then you turn around and bully other co-workers
coughing up lies about their job performances to compensate for your own securities about the performance of your own
as well as telling other co-workers “We can make your job harder for you.”
***** you can’t, won’t and aren’t going to do anything to make my job harder for me
The fact that I have to work along side you is enough to make any worker’s job harder than it already is.
Plus you are always overstepping personal boundaries
talking about what somebody’s mother should have done.

You’re in no place to provide commentary on any person’s childhood parenting.
Focus on avoiding converting that to reality.

P.S. *******!

Seven billion motion pictures astir

Though all are taught that they are---

To star in maybe one---

or twenty-eight…

Let my lips trail across the soft, white surface of your skin

And straight down the tender bridge that is your spine

Allow my fingers to massage your body with pleasure

Unlocking the secrets of your dirtiest, lustful fantasies



The sweet, **** screams light my soul on fire

All sources of speech vanquish into thin air

My tongue drinks from the river of Hell's kitchen

Intensifying your castle of steamy, hot dreams



Gently I ****** each spot with caution

For each spot is dangerously tender

One slick touch of pressure and from her

Will erupt a ****** volcano



I whisper to her in devilishly, fancy tones

She whispers back in sensually, sacred moans

With no hesitation I move in for one final kiss

Our tongues rub each other sparking our taste buds

Birthing a marvelous ocean of ecstasy



By Glenn McCrary



© 2011 Glenn McCrary (All rights reserved)

Fakery circulates throughout your arteries

Poisoning your identity with horrendous scandals

Unknowingly you become a danger to all that surrounds you

The next devilish scheme will mark and seal the deal



Your mind mirrors thousands of lies cleverly disguised to fool you

While your heart is scarred with vindictive truths that rule you

The beast within you ferociously feasts upon innocent bystanders

Leaving trails of bite marks characterized by your bittersweet sting



You worship a vile creature from across a battlefield of greed

In a corner cursed by the secrets imprisoned in your shadows

Exchanging sweet whispers of evil and plotting global punishment

Because your toxic wishes failed to come true



By Glenn McCrary



© 2011 Glenn McCrary



(All rights reserved)

Her heart screams for the cradle of love’s embrace

Yet she gets left behind in the bitterness of the cold

The pain that leaks from her tears speak of injustice

As they so softly fall to the ground in utter silence

Slowly she walks with her head held down in shame

She reaches for the bathroom drawer with excitement

Carefully she searches for the blade of her choice

Running her fingers gently along the razor’s edge

It was like the sound of music to her unruly ears

As a lullaby sang in crimson streams upon her skin



By Glenn McCrary



© 2011 Glenn McCrary



(All rights reserved)

Occurring throughout the universe,---

much of our desire---

much of our reasoning had become rife

and in our years we felt like stars

celebrated wide and far