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Lila Lily-Thanh Aug 2010
Imagine a world without women
humanity turned into manity.

At first, life would be simple, peaceful and easy.
But eventually, temptation would be too great.

Eddie would succumb and
bite the apple.

Left to their own devices,
Adam and Eddie would put up with each other, for a while.

But it would be impossible for both to play sports, smoke, and get wasted
all of the time.

With no one to blame for leaving the fridge's door ajar,
battle would not carry far.

A war of fists would ensue,
with brief mumbles to loud yells and huge amount of profanity.

I can’t trust you.
You just go and do things as you wish.

There’s only one thing on your mind.
(And it's the same in mine, too.)

They'd spill too much blood,
no tears, though their sleeves look soaked.

And in an attempt to make things well again,
Eddie would be four inches longer and Adam with ***** the size of an elephant.
(Hooray!)

It would work, for a few weeks,
but soon, they’d drift apart and start to just do it themselves.

In time, their uncomfortable silence,
would become deafening.

Lonely, so lonely, Adam and Eddie both.
How did they become like this?

Suddenly, it would strike them -
if only there were only one of them and all the women in the world.

Manity, I'm sure you'll agree,
could only end up with men being more *****.
My response to Mr Lambert's Womanity (http://hellopoetry.com/poem/womanity/)
Rose Cliff Mar 2019
hello
can anyone see me
please save me
from insanity
from humanity
humanity
     manity
             ity
they’ve lost the humans
where did all
the humans
go
Dennis Willis Feb 2019
Here I am
angry

Furious
ovr
u

agn

fukme

ahm
****
of this state

of 'manity
of

sorry ifn
you're all
caught up in
nice
'n rational

lyin mfr

u aint

ah read yer books
et yer lunch

f'd yer femails

struck dumb by
clichés I slaughter

your otter

I know what
it should say

I know what you
want to hear

'cept
I'm clear
via beer

you are queer
enuf
to be here
rather 'n there

I cull the thoughts
that lead to

your shells
are
exhausting

your fears
lead to
great lines

and still
its tired

you're broken heart
is your first

my umpteenth
bite down please

skin leaking
time dancing
friction gathering
its price

it's happiness
primal

I surrender upwards
2 u

give this line
it's due

is none

discovered in you
that you'll name
as yours

this is mine


Copyright@2019 Dennis Willis

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