can't really say his name...

  but it is something
between
  the band cing krimson

      and rogue, anything
but numbering... one...

personally? i love to take the ****
out of someone
indirectly...

akin to, said example?
mate...

   why are you reading all these
women's books?
    
  i don't get it,
you never understood why
women ask young men
who read philosophy books:
why are you reading the works
of these senile hacks?!

     what the **** has a man
to do with reading fifty shades of grey...
a harry potter...
or the twilight trilogy?!
    more avocado on toast?!
what?! what?!
please! enlighten me!

must have missed something in
the memo...
          or the epitaph...

whichever it was...
   how can a man read a book
intended for women
and apparently assure their
****-pants brigade of teenage
girls that: **** is just as
**** appears on the cover...
of what otherwise amounts
to being merely *******...

    there is no female to male
ratio of literary convergence...
  somehow equalied with
   ******* love stories invoking
vampires or werewolves...

    nein, nie, no, niet!
  
    german, polish, english, russian...
and we know what each
implies...
      
i don't do post-scriptum
Harlequin novels...
         either a romance happens
in person, or it doesn't happen at all...
and i'm all the gladder when
the literature takes over,
and i'm relieved of the misery in real life...

beta male literature...
  and god... the need to make reviews...
let the women read their recyclable
farts of an honesty began...
and ended as soon as it were
began...

       women will not philosophy books...
they'll sooner play chess...
i'm not complaining...
   i'm happy they have the highest stratum
of literary digestion when in
comes to shelving books...
they read more, evidently...
  
i don't expect women to read
a book and subsequently think about it,
crafting a secondary narrative to
accomplish a book...

                 no *****, no game...
somehow the only originality is
confined to making: replica...

     surrogating the sin,
but somehow never attaining the origin,
with the original sin...
  
   hell...
            i am willing to leverage
weightless approach to the genesis metaphor -
woman is not to be blamed
for the original sin -
     man is...
   the forbidden "fruit"
  and the act of cannibalism...

as Christ clearly made the poetics of,
of insinuation...

             but...
   don't blame me for having a want
to deviate from the cliche love story...
while a teenage girl escapes
the ******* of pregnancy...
    
         at 19 you can't have children...
come the 20s, both of you graduate...
and there is a chance for responsibility
having matured in the both of you...

     till then...
                         can you really
consider yourself a man,
and read this feminine books?

              i guess the only thing worse
than giving a bad review
of such books...
is giving a review in the first place.