My kind usually brags about it,
****** & pillaging,
big bad *****,
chalk up another,
notch that bedpost,
I ****** me another one.

But what about those
others who don't' gloat,
hiding in remote thoughts,
stuffing their feelings,
feeling like
they're
more than
just a hard ****
& all alone.

It hurts just as much
as their counterparts,
who feel like trash,
a heart-broken *****
& are just as blue.