King Cock Can Kill Truth

by

Daniel Bradbury

Yeah, it hurts, brother, and I'm sorry

But women think with their pussies

And if your looks don't tickle the clit of her eye

Then you may as well step out of line

Because there's nothing happening for you at anytime

Beauty seeks beauty
But only physical can accommodate seeking eyes
Because scanning eyes turn off truth seeking minds
And you’re fine...

Until "King Cock" wanders by

Or solid abs, or a fabulous face

And empty physical beauty takes your truthful place

Because your friendship is simply a place-holder

Between useless shells

Of men that look good while being fucked

Deep in the night,

When soul is far from mind

And time looses track of time
And all I have left is wine
But even that’s already died on the vine

My shoulder is soaked wet

To the bone

And it seems my only purpose

Is that of a handkerchief

And to boost the female ego

After physical form love has blown
And name seeking recognition

Fails for the time being
And names, and names, and names, and names

Fall from crazy razed planes
And mine is lost somewhere deep in the eyes

But never finds the ears
Must I drop my entire being?
Do I have to undermine myself

just to get off?
This shit isn’t worth it

Word to un-saintly women;
Grow, expand

See the other side of the Cosmos’ plans
See the 3-D texture map

Of what love has yet to offer
And take a passing glance at regret
A life long friend you’ll come to know well

NEXT?
Why don't you look at Iamb Meandering. 43.
by: Azra Daniel Francis
from: Windsor, ON, CA

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