Fuck Steve Harvey

Who's side is he on anyway?
With his white teeth and big grin masking oral incontinence through gender betrayal! Obviously not on our [men] side!

But guess what? He's not on your [women] side either.

You see, women used to know us. They had fantasies of who we might be and what we might do and whilst this was misguided and often cause of many problems, if they were honest with themselves they really did [past tense] know us.

They knew exactly what would happen if they slept with us quickly [nothing out of the ordinary]. Or if they took they're time [nothing out of the ordinary (if we waited to find out)].
They new our intentions [Even if we didn't have any]

But now, good old Steve has them attempting to think like a man does[I'm hungry]

The [un]fortunate thing is Stev-o didn't pull y'all to the side and whisper this in your ear....
He wrote it in a book and despite popular belief Men do read [Occassionally]

Barring which ofcourse, you're all telling us what the book says anyway and what our actions mean [thanks for that cause we didn't know how deep we actually are]

Unfortunately this will only help you with the past.

The reason man has survived is we adapt... And now that you have a manual that you're following we will be sure to play our role [As expected]
We'll be sure to act surprised when you jump from behind the couch [Book in Hand]

Actually...maybe he is on our side...


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Repeat Business

Love is procreatively recreational.
The beauty of it's recreation is procreation
And because of our need to procreate
We re-create. 
We search for similarity,
For a warmth once felt
From someone who is not present in our past
And yet who's future should feel familair.  

And just as there are single parents,
So too are there single lovers. 
All bellied up with love, unrequited.  
Content with the recreation; 
Filled with what should be good. 

And so we find ourselves there again,
The place we tried to forget.  
In forgeting we do not recognise it is the same road. 
Fimliarity is cruel to love
Yet kind to hate. 

Don't re-create Love
For if you knew what it was, you would still have it 
Find it anew ... Create! 
Even if it's with the same person
Redefine what everyone thinks they know

 

 

Wake Up

I woke up to the pitter and patter of rain drops;
So Similar that I could tell them apart.
The first drop loud enough to be considered a pitter yet soft enough to allow the patter to take over without drowning the next pitter.
Before I could get over the sound of the first drop,
the second would announce its arrival in such a way that I would expect to hear the first again.
Lightening and thunder would brake the wet air, cutting it dry, yet still the pitter and patter would persist, gently.
And as it continued to fall i rose,
with each awakening playfully exchanging like the pitter and patter,
till the sound was loud enough for me to smell and the wetness moist enough to see and with sight, suddenly, I was wide awake, too aware to appreciate.
I knew exactly what was going on....It was just a little rain.

Fuck Santa (Part II)

The reason is:
I've seen Little Red Riding Hood
And she has everything the Big Bad Wolf could want
Nevermind her basket FULL of Goodies
I want everything she can't give me
I want Her and her Grandmother
I want it ALL Santa but you're trying to get me to bed early
So you can reward me with a belly of stones
And as much as I want to be FULL
Its the decadence of indulgence that I'm after
And not the WEIGHT of satisfaction
I don't have the patience to wait till Christmas

Fuck Santa (Part I)

Fuck Santa,
I'm gonna be naughty
No need to know if I've been good
Cause it's all going to be bad. 
In my defence, you've stopped bringing me presents anyway!
So I'm not gonna cry but I will pout and this is why...

Of Books & Their Covers

Judge me
It's my book, I covered it
Perceive your reality
Make it my truth
Aid the depravity of this truth
Abet this truth through judgement
Judge me
And use it to cover me
Judge & jury Reading out my sentences
I am but a book to be read
And my book has blown your cover
Judge me, I'm covered.
You're Honourd, be my judge.  

Quickly, before you know what's happening

I fall in love, 
Quickly and often
Giving it no chance to manifest
It stays as love
I wish I would fall out of love
As quick and as often
Yet, I sit there, on the chamber
Oblivious to the smell accumulating
And so I become 
Depleted,Dissipated, spent
It's conception worse than it's birth
And yet still I love
Quicker yet less often
And just as I am, I love
Without adjective