A ribbon of smoke billowed an apology between them
Hostility temporarily suspended
As they eyed one another from behind their cherry lit ends
the deer head peered upon the silence
that smeared the air between them
The saxophone mere white noise
unable to penetrate the moment
Only turning their heads from one another
to watch her feet burdened in high heels
as she walked towards the one she chose
which wasn’t either of them
Their nostrils flared
and behind gritted teeth they faked pleasantries
Before taking it outside in the street
Noses cracked and busted lips
Hatred snaking through cigarette mist
Till the bobby comes on the beat
To resume assumed peace
men
Society loves…..
Society loves to protect women.
Retribution towards those who are perceived to be ‘harmful’ towards women is the highest ‘honour.’
Some may perceive this post as harmful and outright reject what I’m saying because pointing out potential flaws in our current narrative that supposidly men and society as a whole ‘hates women’ is seen as ‘harmful.’
How monsters are made
I will not bow down to your conformity
Moulding me so I’ll express
What you want me to feel
Turning to me next
To say I’m just repressed
But you didn’t read what I expressed
Because it didn’t fit into what you expect
Rolling your eyes in disgust
Pretending to be perplexed
By the way I’m spewing my guts
An undressing if you will
In which you turn away
Until I fit into your cage
While you converse and ask
”How are monsters made?”
His marriage is on the clock
His marriage is on the clock
Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock
Comes home at 5’o clock
To a marriage of hard knocks
He loves her
But she tells him it isn’t enough
What’s he meant to do
Dress in some suit
With a noose
Tighten it till he chokes
Till he has plenty of money to misuse
But no mind left to lose.
Charming beards
Any resemblence to ‘hipsters’ is purely coincidental….
Charming beards embrace faces with hugs
Confidence in different colours
Slogans of the year on mugs
Becoming men
inside the woodshed
A doll
There’s a doll on the mantlepiece
She said I’ve got many tricks
But I won’t do that
I offered her a drink
She puckered up her lips
And said I won’t be your mannequin
To which I replied
That suits me just fine!
I don’t wanna dress you up
I wanna get under your skin!
Sunday wordle: Man wears a fedora with a feather, he gets the chicks
Got his fedora on
with it’s ostrich plume
He’s a jaunty chap
He has the pick
From all the chicks
Cuz he’s just chill
And full of tricks
So as they say don’t come knockin’
When that caravan is rockin’
An impressive moustache
An impressive moustache
Is an ode to itself
A man equipped with such
Magnificence
Is sure to be an influence
Good or bad though
The answer is ambiguous
It’s all in how the man
Uses his moustaches significance
M’lady
M’lady allow me to open the door
There ya go, now don’t bend down too low!
That’s right, lift your skirt so you can sit
Smile through the window
Grit your teeth through the shit
M’lady may I kiss your hand
And call you princess?
Who am I kidding, who am I trying to impress!
Get your knickers off and let me unravel that dress!
Comrade
Save our girls
they’re our best assets
Spread these boys
Ashes
Save our girls
Because we have to
Leave death behind
Don’t mention it
Just save our girls
We come in peace, we are blind
No blood on our hands
Unless those girls die
We wouldn’t want that
So don’t hear his memory cry
And please
Make it so
It’s he for she
Because equality
Starts with for
And not with
Don’t you see
This is the way forwards
For she says
It is
Statues made
Bold as brass
They got their names in history books
So, well done lads!
Don’t you know
Every single day
Is hanging only on what men say!
So pull up your big boy pants
And shut your trap
Look at that statue made of brass!
You can be a hero one day, just like that!
What do you say, comrade?
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