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Dec 2017
'by all means, marry. if you get a good wife, you'll become happy; if you get a bad one, you'll become a philosopher.'

my, what a tender quote...
how about we bypass this morality -
and speak of the man who
took no wife and morphed her into
a life abiding,
   instead took a woman,
and morphed an hour of her "pleasure"
and bid life: unbounded?

            there is no good nor bad
is a woman who preoccupies herself
in the trade on body -
there's no good as there is no bad
with a woman:
           that comes to be made into
a wife!

                   i hardly think it be worth
a man's testimony if he should be asked
to be good, when what's being asked
of him is related to the fathom of being
husband, as trades go,
              
                   but when a woman cheats on
a man who gives his utmost consent to
later be robbed of giving consent...
             is such a woman above
the ******* levelling of consensus?
        
           there actually is no question being
asked...
                 only an attempt at making pardon...
a ***** might call a man good,
but then a free woman might call the same
man evil...
                 beyond to what beyond is
there differential to be cased?

               i judge you not before me
as i might judge my shadow to be deemed
the existent: clingy...
                        
     yet still a ***** will call me good,
while a ripe woman of standing will call
me ill...
                   and is the reason why i
  call a *****: woman -
                                  and the free woman: boy?

a ******* will call me good,
a free woman oppressor...
               why the surprise at my antonym...
the free woman, boy,
                    a *******:
a night spent among the cherubs
and the wine grapes!
                 sleeping the most sullent
sleep,
                    
                        forgetting,
immobile, polite...
                                 i can only champion
the plight of these women...
                  with my own disguise...
                   i die the fate of a good man
in the hands of a *******,
as i die in the hands of a free woman,
a convicted fiend....

                         i lose no labours in love,
as there were any lost loves
                 in the labours enthroned.
Mateuš Conrad
Written by
Mateuš Conrad  36/M/Essex (England)
(36/M/Essex (England))   
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