Honestly,
sometimes the
sex ain’t all that great,
little energy going in,
even less going out.
But you stay outta
Love….
You’re married with
three kids,
you’re an eighteen years old woman.
You couldn’t get
that abortion
for your
eldest,
So you gave up
your career.
Your youngest has
left home
and your
glad he’s a
young man.
Elsewhere,
limp penises
do some
editing,
tearing pages
from their bibles.
Hey You Stupid…. a story?
Why, I wonder.
Is it pride, is it American?
Or is it greed?
The Colorado, and the communities that depend on that river, could best be served by reclaiming the shoreline. Don’t need large machinery if people in India and Africa can do it with their bare f@#king hands!
The Hoover Dam is at an all time low, and the cities that depend on that electricity will be affected.
But obviously, it’s business as usually….
Only in America.
PS: I’m usually a civil man, but I lost that after May 24th, 2020.
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I can’t go back to past,
or live in the future.
I can move forward.
The is good for learning
and remembering.
But why do I repeat my mistakes,
and date the wrong people.
They’re lacking in spirit.
I don’t know,
I’m still working that.
I wonder how we got here, of how a woman’s right to an abortion being struck down after 50 years.
It brings up questions, is it that Christianity is hard up for the babies, or corporations hard up for customers?
I can only say they lack a sense of fairplay.
But, even more weird, neither group appears to have a soul.
Trully incompetent I am,
No one of renown.
Writing is a
window into my
mind,
All the rest
I trully don’t give a fuck,
because reality sucks.
I only cry when I
see a groan blackman held
down until dead
because he couldn’t breathe,
OR
Asian women gone missing,
OR the hypocrisy of denying
women freedom?
My incompetence fills galaxies!
“….and desert grew
and grew….
….and real water was scarce….”
Are you a good Christian?
A you properly yoked,
a peaceful beast of burden?
Then congratulations,
You don’t get to go to heaven.
There’s a thirteen year old,
bleeding from her innards,
with a
coat hanger.
Women are not really human,
they’re cattle cattle:
cows bare in the
kitchen and
the bull gets
shittied on
On Wall Street.
Slavery is OK….
And hell is still hell….
I have a light,
I carry it within me.
But all I see is unfamiliar.
I’m sudduced by them,
Forgetting myself,
Only to wake in
confusion.
Then I remembered that
I can close my eyes
to see.
Men of little hearts,
fearful, greedy, spineless,
throw bibles from
bushes in Balboa Park,
Dark in Supreme Court dresses
at women they can’t have
Or be.
Their country pulling away,
No matter how the cowardly
pull at the people.
I say,
In my Betty Boop
shorty shorts,
‘you’re fake,
Let there be War….’
They pull
their robes up and
run away.
I wish slavery had never been a thing.
Because some fetishes shouldn’t exist.
Remembering history has a way of ruining a date or one night stand.
M0aybe I’m too conservative, (naw, it doesn’t fit me at all, but “conservative”, will do).
Sexualizing slavery doesn’t do it for me, and it upsets me with some of the white guys I’ve been with.
It’s an immediate turn off.
This world is all f$&ked up.
I have to admit, that I’m somewhat an ogre.
Before I knew myself, I thought ogres were not real, just the thing of fairy tales.
But it costs to have self knowledge.
I found that there were few ogres to date, let alone a community, or friendships.
Gradually I’m coming to terms with that.
It has, although lonely, allowed me to practice my spirituality as a spirituality of one.
And that makes me complete.
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