Common Poet

Common Poet
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Smelled your piss Walked down the street, Smelled you piss! Two of us had to stand, today in the subway, You were sprawled all over the seats, To accommodate your enormous organs We know you have a penis We are not impressed Are you trying to convince yourselves? submitted by Gogetter www.sexgetter.com
No final solutions The old woman rocks on her chair In the distance children run, not her own She smiles at the birds in flight Three generations, she has seen Yet, in many ways, she knows she is still like those children But now, she knows Best friends may betray you, You just have to accept that they did, and move on Still a toddler, but now she knows No need to go to, Jerusalem, Mecca or Lourdes God is equally everywhere Still a little girl, but now she knows, There is no end to evil and no end to the fight to stop it. Still a teenager, but now she knows, The only way to live is to follow your dreams Still a young mother, but now she knows Like the ants, you must rely on yourself Still the divorcee, now she knows Nothing is impossible, if you have faith Proud cancer survivor, but now she knows To enjoy every single moment Lonely mother, but now she knows If you love someone, set them free Flawed woman, but now she knows Even lovely damsels, must fight their own fight Woman alone, but now, She enjoys the company she keeps Should she tell them Isn’t finding out, all the fun? Old woman, but she still remembers How she never listened And she smiles What a wonderful journey Plastic surgery, her eternal mind, does not need. Twenty-first century woman How they have lied to you? Tell me little one. You alone deserve to be loved. You alone deserve to be cherished. Have they told you to be a good girl? Have they told you to be virtuous? Have they told you to be curious? And, they also told you to waste away studying And please, please, be perfect, daughter, mother, C.E.O. and wife All rolled up into your perfectly organized calendar! And, mercy, you did do it. You drove little girls to ballet classes And little boys to karate classes You studied through the night for the exams You nuked some good food and stroked male egos everywhere And you did make the company’s picnic. They have you so busy with this perfection agenda, Even your diet is so perfectly healthy, you might indeed live to be ninety And reflect what a raw deal that was Will you then moan over all your effort And long for the days in your primitive past When it was easier to be a woman and so much simpler Who are you kidding? It was always rough Then and now, know what the real game is This way, you can play your game. You can choose to love your children, though you may die alone in a nursing home You can choose to nurture your husband, though he may leave you for a younger one You can choose to nurture your career, though it may leave a bitter taste in your mouth You can choose to be a good daughter, know you may loose yourself Let it be your choice They have all broken the pact, they now want you to raise the kids, earn the bread, Be whore and wife at once For all this backbreaking work, they pay you with men of straw Rewards of dust. There is no pact Make your choice Play your own game Then you may have that mysterious smile, old women all over the world use to tease. Twenty-first century man I used to hate you I used to despise you I didn’t want to kill you I wanted to keep you alive to torture you Then, I imagined what it would be like to be you No, you are not limited in some capacities Truly you are boundless. Malehood is a freak accident A different recipe and you would have been part of the beautiful sex Raw deal you got, but it’s all yours Though you may feel as innocent and inexperienced as a fairy tale princess All expect you to be seven-foot tall Slender and muscular at once Sensitive and strong Aggressive and nurturing Brave and fearless Born the perfect lover, you get no teacher No less, no more than you, fairy tale princess everywhere thrive and so can you Truly, it is a hard thing to be a man on this earth this century. from truegaystories.com