"phobes" poems
I am the first to admit
I’m not God’s gift to women
It’s more like a penance when I’m involved really
And I am certainly a little rough around the edges
But there are certain things you can do
To make yourself more respectable to the fairer ***
Like: be wary of your weight and what suits
Don’t loaf onto a bus with your gut
Hanging out, wearing a stained Hawaiian t-shirt
Sweating like a hog in the midday sun.
I know ladies make allowances:
Ineptitude
Dickishness
Bravado
Rudeness
Even arrogance.
But even our fair compadres draw the line
At sheer disregard for personal hygiene.
I wonder what people think
When they go out dressed like that?
They’re either one of three things:
Very ignorant to what women want,
Femo-phobes,
Or they think they got something ******* special
No woman can resist.
May 31, 2012
May 31, 2012 at 11:08 AM UTC
we stood in our scarlet, costco bought handmaiden costumes
wordlessly taking a stand
because words matter
it is a stoic thing
to make history
kamala harris
wisely having her moment
so far, the height of her career
then we re-enacted various episodes
of House of Cards
all in front of Judiciary Committee
afterwards, we were given some money.
before going home to watch netflix, we had to educate the world
on the language they are and are not allowed to use,
because we need to control the world's vocabulary
especially since so many people are tranny-phobes
and we still think the term "hateful bigot" holds power.
thank god for the 25th amendment,
there is no way in hell that we will lose another election,
but if we do, we can always fall back on 25A.
Sep 6, 2018
Sep 6, 2018 at 12:41 PM UTC
The heaviest of fall shall not bid him crawl.
The phobes will bawl, the machine will maul,
But the spirit shall hold; through it all.
The daggers of hate, the arrows of fate,
reflected by the soul, sparkle anew facet,
diamonds they are all, for he is the state.
In tears of a warrior trickle words of a sage,
His grand last stand, heralds a new age.
Aug 12, 2013
Aug 12, 2013 at 7:29 AM UTC
By the show of hands, how many wonna attend my funeral
not that am joking but doctors have proved am suffering from success
they said its a strange disease coz its only symptom are blessings in excess
its not communicable nor viral its acquired spiritually.
I don't rock Versace but my worn out t-shirts reveals my healthy body
sometimes I walk naked but am blessed coz I always afford to wear a smile
my name don't appear on the phobes list but God is the author of my story
I don't dine with kings I dine with the king of kings am sorry
Nov 25, 2015
Nov 25, 2015 at 6:49 AM UTC