It would have been more fun
To be a woman
Having multiple *******
Playing with my ******* and *****

I would have had fun
Talking about *** with my girlfriends
I would have dated
A powerful and **** man

But I'm just a guy
A guy women ignore
And I'm content to be alone
At least there is golf

Day taps away—
In the numbering rains.
All the fleet years, enveloped,
How many questions were founded,
What was granted by our solo vacations?
We have trussed, only films, yellowed and bent
****** into an makeshift, unready, empty album,
Dreams made right, journaled without strewn hands,
Lips rung dry from want of heat, touch and caress,
We kept our pride, penultimate, throughout
All the days, longing, dying, we slept
Together, in a broken bed of dreams
And thought, when will this play
Be glad?  When will that isle
Appear?  Will it ever show
Among the dark oceans
Rise— to ferry us away
Before the drunk sun
Sinks in the sea?