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I want to be a man. I want the broad, Sculpted shoulders. I want the deep, gruff, Musty vociferation that roars From within the pit Of his stomach. I want the veiny, ***** Callous hands. The ruffled, Strong hands that hold dirt And flesh without hesitation, Or dubious grasp. I want the broken nose, The ****** teeth, And the enraged, inflamed eyes. I want the hair, the dark, Damp, coarse hair that grows From his every pore, Resembling more and more The body of an ape. I want the smirk, The arrogant smile splat On his face. I want the swagger, The saunter that is So impregnated in his walk, That one which steps the earth, Waiting for it to shatter With his every advance. I want the commanding voice, That which with his footstep, Orders the world to be held In his hands. I want to be proud, Be primitive, Strong. I want my immediate desires To be quenched By the milliard. I want to destroy And create. I want to seek, Seek with zeal, And desperation Despite stability, Despite being pleasured. I want the dissatisfaction That comes with being a man, The constant unhappiness, The constant yelp For something Other than what is being offered. I want to hate, I want to enrage, And be enraged. I want to punch, To butcher till that which I despised Is nothing more. I want to rip that which is his, And his, and mine. I want the lack of restraint, Because it is all acknowledged When you are a man. It is all pardoned, And when condemned, There is always exile, Exile to then live in solitude, Still seeking for that which isn’t his. I want to breathe freshness, And deliver the putrid breath of Meat, *** and saliva. I want to be a man, For I am not.
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Oct 1, 2015
Oct 1, 2015 at 5:49 PM UTC
Masculinity
I want to be a man. I want the broad, Sculpted shoulders. I want the deep, gruff, Musty vociferation that roars From within the pit Of his stomach. I want the veiny, ***** Callous hands. The ruffled, Strong hands that hold dirt And flesh without hesitation, Or dubious grasp. I want the broken nose, The ****** teeth, And the enraged, inflamed eyes. I want the hair, the dark, Damp, coarse hair that grows From his every pore, Resembling more and more The body of an ape. I want the smirk, The arrogant smile splat On his face. I want the swagger, The saunter that is So impregnated in his walk, That one which steps the earth, Waiting for it to shatter With his every advance. I want the commanding voice, That which with his footstep, Orders the world to be held In his hands. I want to be proud, Be primitive, Strong. I want my immediate desires To be quenched By the milliard. I want to destroy And create. I want to seek, Seek with zeal, And desperation Despite stability, Despite being pleasured. I want the dissatisfaction That comes with being a man, The constant unhappiness, The constant yelp For something Other than what is being offered. I want to hate, I want to enrage, And be enraged. I want to punch, To butcher till that which I despised Is nothing more. I want to rip that which is his, And his, and mine. I want the lack of restraint, Because it is all acknowledged When you are a man. It is all pardoned, And when condemned, There is always exile, Exile to then live in solitude, Still seeking for that which isn’t his. I want to breathe freshness, And deliver the putrid breath of Meat, *** and saliva. I want to be a man, For I am not.
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Oct 1, 2015
Oct 1, 2015 at 5:49 PM UTC
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