Useful, is a word he often used,
To describe his girls he'd cast his curse
Upon and the blurry nights,where love was refused.
By him, one word used as well as the first.

Useless, also rolled off his bitter tongue to title those girls,
And their lowered chins and their hopeful eyes
Glued to his, as if they were rubies or fresh-water pearls.
Music to his ears, were those girl's sighs.

These girls splattered with titles,
Inevitable, shamed or a *****.
Their "I'm O.K." smile, a daily recital.
The word love has truly been skewed.

His impressive love consumption,
And those nameless girls well-being an assumption.

Like a dandelion ripe with age,
From butter to cotton,
My wife, you become with time,
A feel in which cannot be forgotten.

Blurring nights to be a teenage queen.
She's oh so sophisticated,
Mouth full of slurred words and red wine,
Lipgloss lined lips and
Eyes perfectly defined, winged,
lashes cloaked in black,
Mascara'd run if it weren't enclosed
In lash reformatory.

Her hair, to be described
Would take as long, as the length goes on.
She has an acquired taste,
Like a roasted Colombian mix, or a spice tea,
She
Is intriguing and alluring.

I'd always ******* up her lips
-when I'd drawn them.
Not when I kissed her.

I'll never get that close.

Tightening vines about a blossoms throat,
Choking roots, entwined:
Preventing the dew to soak.
Burning butterfly wings,
Mutilating the ones with flowers.
There's no song to sing,
To relieve big hands from power.

First associated with romantic love,
My baby sings a sweet song:
“Away and above”
Innocence cascades from her tender lips,
Trembling.
Fresh, and guileless
She’s December’s snow sprinklings;
Pale, and shamed.
And perfectly lonely
She’s wildly tame.
Her affection spreads to me solely.
Look she’s smiling.
How customary.
Her feelings interior
Au contraire, she
Fell to a man of superior
Strength.
I took her hair in my hand,
Her brickle strands,
Breaking, and
her heart dropped
To the earth and I stomped.

Dear the blessed people,
The powerful people,
We would like to thank you,
for changing everything
For the worst at the time,
The worst now,
And the worst forever.
The changes haven’t changed for hundreds of years.
So, thanks for being so constant.
Changing every place to be the same,
But with parallel harm.
We thank you.
We thank you for the forceful religious beliefs,
In which we can pick and choose the dogmas that suit our hate.
We thank you for the brain washing techniques, for,
Without them we would not have so much prejudice.
And last we would like to thank you for helping the weak,
With a price, and with a catch.
Thank you.
You are leaders.
Influential
Leaders,
Sicker than I.