I’m sad, seated and replaced by vacuous space.
My lovers wait in the wings,
I am not gay,
so I cover my ass with a seat.
I try not to offend,
I use gentile language,
but my clay and my paint
are waiting.
I want to chase women
like a male Lion.
I want to growl like a tiger
and salivate like a pack of wolves.
Up in that woman is god;
a manifestation of us,
we, the world.
Stop with your rejection.
I am a man!
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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snorting delicately and falling in a lady like faint
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Oooh MASCULINE! lol, makes me want to grunt like tim tayler on Home improvement. what an intense poem nice job
it flowed so well together bringing your point to the foreground in the same masculine form as the theme. What a magnificent piece. well done
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