"Why don't you like anyone? Let your hormones run wild! Live young while you can, it's ok to be a child."

Ask my again why I lack infatuation. These malignant young men need maturation.

They call it a crush, there's a reason, trust me I'm sure. It's destructive, it's toxic, it's flawed to the core.

The second I fall, or crumble, or slip; that's the day the time bomb, the dormant suffering wire is tripped.

The pointless pain from boys driven by ***, when I'm repulsed they'll just become another ex.

Why ask for pain when he gives you a glance? Why sit there and beg for just a chance?

You'll never love him, nor will he, you;
You'll just sit and wane and tell yourself it's not true.

I'm sorry it's blunt, but it's honest;
So before you let yourself love think on it.

~Kj

monkeys talk and they make sense
about as much as the business men
in central park on their lunch break
or after dark when they escape

monkeys dance to the disco beat
like the hooligans on city streets
weaving in and out of traffic lanes
forget the face, forget the names

monkeys yawn in college class
then raise their hands as if to ask
when you grade is there a curve
have they heard a single word

monkeys love their party hats
and extra special party masks
it all seems odd but then again
it all makes perfect monkey sense

I lean forward and
WHAM!
A poem.

I lean forward and
WHAM!
You listen.

I lean forward and
WHAM!
You stop listening.

I lean forward and
WHAM!
It fades to black.

I lean forward and
WHAM!
I don't know how to do this anymore.

I lean forward and
WHAM!
This stops making sense.

I lean forward and
WHAM!
This poem forgets it's path.

I lean forward and
WHAM!
Unfounded anxiety.

I lean forward and
catch myself.
For it is in darkness that
we truly appreciate the darkness.

We believe female circumcision
Is barbaric,
But boys should look like their Dads,
It's traditional, like swinging a dead cat
In a gunney sack over your head.
Yeah, like Dad and I showered together daily?
Should girls augment their ******* to look like Mom.
Should Mom landscape to look like daughter.
Let's bring Granny into the mix.

We believe homelessness to be cruel
And unnecessary.
Why I have one in winter,
And one in summer.
Our dogs have wall-to-wall.
Birds have gilded cages.
They have vents and cardboard.

We believe in fair trade
(Except with countries we don't believe),
To get what others have,
Especially those diamond rings,
Blood stones.

We abhor child labour,
But haven't enough
Money to give Wal-Mart
On Black Friday.

Where do our sympathies lie?
When sympathies lie.