It’s such a strange question
It should be self evident
Anatomy physiology
but apparently it’s not?

My generation
cherished a dapper swole man
Arnold Schwarzenegger
7 time Mr.Olympia took it a tad too far

But you get the picture
A strong man who can provide for his wife
The Bible says a man’s body is not his own.
It belongs to his wife.

A woman’s body is not her own.
It belongs to her husband.
In this way, each person is
Looking out for the other’s needs.

Love, honor, cherish till death us do part
Each other own’s their heart
A novel concept, but who Actually practices The words, Jesus preached

When a man and a woman are
Walking on the sidewalk
The woman walks on the inside.
The reasoning is as follows;

The woman is shielded by her man.
From sewage splashing bedpan dumping
Crashing cars dangers from the street.
This is been the case since medieval times.

The strong virile man protects his lady
first and foremost, even to his own peril.
As there is a left and a right hand, so too A man and a woman a complete pair

He chopped my head off.
He wanted a son and I gave him a girl
I miscarried twice and one was a boy
It was an unforgivable sin.
So desperate for an heir was he
He evicted the Pope from England
And created his own kind of church
So he could get rid of Catherine,
The mother of his daughter,
And have me, against my own will.
My sister was not enough for him-
A mistress can not be a queen -
And the successor he so keenly longed for
Must be the issue of a queen.

With 2 daughters, Henry needed a son.
Catherine gave him Mary
And I bore him Elizabeth.
He didn’t know - nobody could know
How that rivalry would one day end.
When Henry looked to Jane Seymour,
Something told me I would die.
Hoping for kindness, it was brutality instead,
And Henry fell into a chain of desperation.
With seven murdered wives as links.

He chopped off my head to clear the way
For marriage number three
And buried me in a leaden box
In his ongoing quest for sons.
He thought that was the end of me
But my daughter was made of my same stuff
And through her battles over time
She claimed the throne that once was mine
And the Elizabethan era came to be.
ljm

I don't vacation
in Babylon anymore.
The ticket prices soared
and the trip
almost killed me.
Years of
debauchery weren't
good for the soul.

The only gold I
want now is the
autumn leaves and
the buttery summer corn,
and the shimmer on the
lake at sunset.

I'm getting older and
my heart is stronger.
It beats like a
childs, seeing
green for the first
time.

Never liked the news
What got their hooks
Was reading books

Independent journalists
Had a different take
Than the media's stake

This can be a lonely path to choose
Keep you're mouth shut
Or friends you loose

Watching what they say
Like watching an actor in a play
Maybe it will change
One day?