These days, all men of different shape and kind try to escape work,
while women conquered this skill years ago.
We had a free ride, and we threw it all away...for work.
But that wasn't what it was for at all;
it was for the principal: equality. passion.
So now, you can say we're equal,
but we've always been smarter,
and absolutely more passionate.
We only stooped so low to the working force
to prove that we could.
And we only remain,
yes, for the passion.

She swirls a small package
Of white and pink candies,
Gripped by her thumb and index
With long tipped pearl finger tips.
Oh my she is quite pretty indeed
With her auburn brown hair
******* in a short ponytail.

And yet she isn't clothed in
Typical "womenly" garments,
No she wears a navy blue sweatshirt,
Jean shorts with a
Crochet pattern on the bottom,
And beige loafers.
And yet she is beautiful.

She is quite beautiful indeed.

Look at her.
Drinking all day going out all night, no real friends, just people going out and drinkink the same poisoning drinks.
She tells everybody she is fine, she is working all days and she is doing all the exams.
She is lying to her self.
Her pay goes direct to her mounth and to her liver.
Look at her she “works” at the daddy’s agency doing nothing for all the time, heating the dark leathered chair of the office.
She has no womenly curves she has yet that teeny look.
She eats nothing but she drinks. Yeah she drink a lot like if it was
possible that drinking can substain you.
Look at them, not saying anything to her not helping her, never, even
now.
Her mother and her dad are nothing they don’t do nothing.
How it can be?
She is the daddy’s girl drinking with the dad, who always pays for everything