Men and love: only

if they admit they are wrong --


each time they are wrong.

sixteen
Innocent and sweet
But only to you
Was I seductive and a treat

seventeen
You said to your mates again
“What I would do to her if she was legal”
What a bad first impression of men

Mannequins in the shop front window,
The new years batch take their seats,
Lined up on display, unknowingly.

Between words you lick your lips - quivering
Under your brow, behind your eyes,
******* each body in the back of your mind.

Little lambs to the slaughter,
So meek and so mild.
Just as your precious Herbert
Speaks of his young bride.

How many a line
Crossed how many a time
How familiar a shiver down my young spine.

How many a man.
How obscene an act.
How easy to place someone’s word before fact.

How sick and ferocious
How lewd and atrocious
I’m tethered too tightly to set things in motion.

Many a heart ache.
So much at stake.
I’m coming for you, make no mistake.

When a wife says he is a good provider
maybe he just doesn't feel good inside her
a hard working man with money to invite her
maybe she needs a man with a description wider

I mean, a grave digger can be a good provider for the dead, but do nothing for their spirit. It's apples and oranges. Wait...nevermind...not like i have hope of anyone paying any mind. They're either low on funds, or their money is all ******* in dumb stuff. Not for me to judge, but i do now have my own gavel. I bought it for the same reason i turned gay. Power, and freedom. Loving another man? Straight weird!

Women never have to worry about being called such foul things. At least I never heard anyone say SHE is a good provider. I  heard a man say that a woman was a good lay once. Confusing as HELL.

Maybe men and women are bad, subconsciously. Consciousness is good!

How can you ask a man
Who loves you,
About the man you love?

If I was lesser than
I may play pretend and spin a thread
That pulls you closer to the center of my web.
         But,

My love is a field of a thousand faceless corpses.
Each one a time when I swallowed pride, and
Gave you my mouth
So you could smile wide.
          Little Lady,

Can you not see this calm bravado
Relies solely
On my never-blinking eyes.

For even a wink would have this city sink
Beneath
This grief I trap in ink.
You woke up and only met the sun today
          Because,

In the dead of night
I cupped your pain, and
Drank your inclement weather like bottled rain.

A man is always looking
To get some free advice
So go and find the fellow
Drinking whiskey over ice

Your friends will tell you one thing
While you're both knocking back a beer
But really, I mean really
Is this the stuff you need to hear

Find a whiskey drinker
He'll tell you how to buy a car
He'll share his whiskey wisdom
About what's a good cigar

A man who drinks good whiskey
Whether neat or over ice
Is the best one you can turn to
When you're looking for advice

He's made it and he knows it
He's not drinking at the pub
He's sitting in a wing back
Drinking whiskey at the club

So, if you're looking for assistance
And you need some good advice
Go get some whiskey wisdom
Sharing whiskey over ice

Itch those *****, player
Itch them red raw
Bleeding?, who cares!
Embrace your oozy pores
Itchy itchy morning rise
Scratchy scratchy nights
Give me a show I'd like to forget
Make me close up tight
Itch those *****, giant manchild
Itch them to completion
Whatever you got to do, do
During itchy and scratchy season