What happens to a poem translated
It will lose it's rhyme
Luckily emotions translate
Perfect every time
Feelings are universal
Anger is the same
And love is still love
By any other name

The most absolutely amazingly sexiest thing men ever say to me is, "I am married, and I don't cheat on my wife."

I was looking through some comments, and my thumb went over the "thumbs down" button, just before I lost my **** place.  I tried finding it, so I could take it back, or at least explain, but it is totally lost!  Anyways, I'm really sorry.  That was an accident.

This will be wildly unpopular
But I'm prepared to take the heat
Someone's gotta say it
And get right to the meat
I've noticed someone who is depressed only talks about themself
And perhaps they'd be much happier if they concentrated on someone else
But the problem is,
It's become practically a crime
To hurt someone's feelings
If they cry all the time
I don't pretend to understand
Or even really care
But if you stay stuck in your own  ego
You'll find little happiness there

A poet doesn't speak the truth
Any more than you or me
But ugly facts digest better
When spoken eloquently

Love me! Love Me!
Do so now
Tell me I'm the best
Cross your fingers
Make your vow
I'll ignore the rest
You need not be the perfect guy
Just belong to me
And I will not question why
Lied to beats lonely

Eagerly awaiting the poem
Written by a man
Complaining he was used for ***
It does happen
I mean, I've used guys for ***
But they always took it as a compliment

You must be a great poet
I wish that I could know it
The words you choose
Your unique way
I can't understand
A thing you say

It surprises me
When someone changes gender
They change their name
To something more "gender appropriate"
Apparently
Names are not as gender fluid as humans

I'm not one of those people
Who can use
"Glorious Heavenly light from above"
Instead of the word "sunshine"
The moon, to me
Is just a moon
And not "a spectacular flowing heavenly orb which travels around our planet home"
I appreciate those who can do it
But it's too much work for me

Your mind is so **** beautiful
In every single way
And I can't help but hang on
Every word you say
You make me float
You make me fly
Man, I wish you were my guy
But alas, I must accept
You don't belong to me
And I'm pretty sure your owner
Knows that she's so **** lucky
But if she ever forgets
And sends you away
On that very day
Please baby, come my way

Black people in America
Boy, have they got some nerve!
Hemming and hawing the live-long day
Looking for what they deserve
It's not like they built this country
By the sweat of their very brow
Without them, America still would be great
Although I'm not sure how

I call him "Beautiful"
He says, "no, nana, that's what you call a girl"
I said, "so let me ask you, Boo, is the sunrise a girl, too?"

I'm a French Fry at a burger joint
I'm always seen as less
No one really comes for me
I'm settled for, at best
I don't get my own wrapper
Or individuality
And before I got here
I was burned alive in grease

I'm that noisy neighbor
Who keeps you up at night
It's not that I like yelling
But I really love to fight
You feel sorry for my children
I've seen your pity stares
All the same I tell them
I'm the only one who cares
They believe their life is normal
It's the only one they know
They head to school and don't act up
They surely wouldn't dare
Mostly because they couldn't stand
Their noisy mother coming there

We're the only creature in nature
With a concept of the *****
Nobody asks the lioness
Who she's had *** with before
In fact, it's unproductive
It doesn't make us more advanced
Men would get a lot more ***
If they didn't care who's been in your pants

The way you down yourself, and allow those tears to pour
Remind me of a horse walking on three legs
When he could use all four

Tell me something new
Or at least something about you
Make me think, or **** me off
Stick a lump up in my throat
Move me, groove me
Make me hit that note
Disturb me
Stir me
Ride me, rock the boat
Put the shivers up my spine
Make me miss what once was mine
Give me something to relate
Make me feel I cannot wait
Bring the tears brim in my eyes
Make my heart grow super-size
Or wish upon a wistful dream
Believe in things I've never seen
Laugh or cry, and not know why
Wonder what it's like to die
This will not be easy for you to do
But as a poet, we expect this of you

What else but a heart can be broken and still work
What else but a heart can fixate on a total ****
What else but a heart can fill your whole body with the tingles
What else but a heart can fill a bar with lonely singles
What else but a heart can make you sign a life-contract
What else but a heart can make you want to take it back
What else but a heart grows when you give it away
What else but a heart can cause the elderly to play
What else but a heart can bring down a successful king
What else but a heart can make your whole body sing
Hearts.....they are schizophrenic

We all hate the devil
And wonder why he's so **** mean
It's like ripping off somebody's clothes
And calling them obscene
Yet, I can't help but hate the devil
I guess I'm a hypocrite
But so are you, and so are they
We believe our own *******

A poem is only as good
As the reader's imagination
(So please, imagine this is a poem, and not merely a simple statement)

She named her dog Bingo
As an "inside" joke
She had lots of money
But soon she went broke
She gave it away
To all stories of sobs
And kept sharing her body
With Toms ***** and Bobs
A social butterfly
She over-shared
But soon she was dying
And nobody cared

I think maybe I might just be
Too **** happy
I mean, considering my mom beat the **** out of me most of my childhood, until she died of an overdose
And my grandparents' next door neighbor, who took advantage of me when I was pre-school age
Or, my teenage pregnancy
Or maybe my daughter who died, when I was 23.  
My stroke, in which I almost died, but not before I went crazy
Putting it all on Facebook, publicly
The year I spent recovering in the nursing home....
But I'm just too **** happy to be a serious poet.
(Sometimes I get ****** listening to people complain about How ******* tough their life is)