.why would anyone think that women belong in the kitchen?! hell... they can bake... keeping that "thing" in the oven for 9 months... but kitchens doors should read signs like: NO WOMEN ALLOWED... or WOMEN AT YOUR PERIL.. or some other bogus crap... women should be kept out of the kitchen, de facto... so... what's left? looking pretty, like a geisha porcelain doll, sitting before the modern fireplace of the t.v., pretending to look bored... men cook in the army, don't they? all the pre-Communism collapse conscripts in the Polish army, fondly remember the split pea soup, cooked by men, for men... unless she's a country girl, like my distant cousin auntie, who made me chase a chicken, while she stood, arching with an axe... decapitated the fluttering bird... took out all the feathers and made a decent chicken broth for seconds, and a chicken soup for starters... did you know that chickens are covert cannibals? once the head was separated from the body, looking semi-alive... the other chickens jumped onto the chopping block of a stump of oak, and started to drink up the blood... while pecking at the decapitated head of their former, "comrade"... these old country women... who... had the heart and nerve to **** an animal, and prepare dinner... now? little ms. geisha with her porcelain hands... sits pretty before the fireplace... a place that says: i don't want her in the kitchen to begin with... little ms. oven, little ms. oven loaf of doughy life... why... my dear... hasn't feminism robbed women of a certain allowance of feminine pride? now that i can cook for myself, clean for myself... do you know how many marriages i've seen break down over overcooked pasta and undercooked potatoes... while the men decided to go take-away? 2, on two different instances... and that's 1 too many on two separate instances... but once upon a time... once upon a time in terms of Cinderella... women were the cuisine specialists... now the men take to the cooking... the feminists were right all along... organic chemistry lessons paid off... the feminists were right all along... women do not belong in the kitchen... and i hope they never will.

more like, life's a ****,
you get ****** over,
and then you hope to die...

or...
life... **** happens...
   who would have thought
that the playlist i posted
could have put a smile
on my face...

     two dream jobs that are
on the decline...
      working the music shop...
dead...
             bartender...
which means i'm left with
the third, worst, option...
claiming to be a "poet"...
without actually encompassing
classical, scholastic
approaches to poetry...
namely rhyming...

          god, i hate rhyming...
rhyming to me is like a dry
cough, or an irritating
itch.