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May 2013
His Mother thinks her way is supreme   So
another man arrested by hubris.

My gifts learned and honed in fire are
as useless to her as **** on a bull.

Unable to see the unseeable.
Hear the unhearable.
know  the unknowable  

Renders gender sense to the ash heap of
Pure Feelings.
Why not pluck the eyes

Cork the ears with molten lead.

Burn the olfactory to the ground.

Testosterone will dazzle and fling that yolk aside.

Mother nature has her place but
Father Time will bring all to balance.
If left to his devices.

A fathers gifts are underrated. A cultural
Blunting.

Sorry baby bunting.
Daddy can't go hunting.
Geno Cattouse
Written by
Geno Cattouse  california
(california)   
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