Take my photo, stick it on your website,
Sprawled over some random guy,
who's not even brought me a drink.
When it gets a bit to much,
She shouts, 'do you believe in Jesus?'
That gets rid of them...sharpish
Makes room for someone else.
Eight of them last night, some rather fine,
two tried to kiss me, all wanted something else,
Not one asked my name. To them, I'm just an object.
A contest entry
- 10 lines........15 minutes by Celticmoon.
300 points, ended February 12, 2007, 22 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Battle of the Sex's ~ GIRLS ONLY Enter HERE! by Florida Sunshine.
525 points, ended October 25, 2007, 28 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Yulp ~ short but to the point!!! ~ and so very sadly true.... Sometimes I don't think people who do that really think to much of themselves either...
Thanks for entering the battle of the sexs contest. Good luck to you. -
Sadly there are many men such as this in the world today, though I don't think I would go so far as to lump them altogether. You have written a piece in which the point of thoughts is clearly seen with no mistake.
Thans for entering and good luck! -
Sad
I think that this sounds sad more than anything else...I mean, to be an object and nothing more. Great poem. I felt your emotions. You got more words in 15 minutes than I did. -
this is very powerful! I like it a lot. Its a sad story that men are that way, but hey, what can ya do? Excellent write, and in such little time!
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